Elucidating Questions

It’s stuck

I can’t get it working

The mouth

Of the river is waning

In the silence

I know what it means it means I’ve given up

I’ve given up

And every day until the day I die I’ll spill my heart

And as the ink dries on the parchment a new another silent cry for

Anything anything

Waiting in the wings for an answer besides the silence the river doesn’t flow

It trickles endlessly little pieces little pieces

Somewhere beyond where we are now is there an answer I’m waiting for?

And I have given up

The river flows no more

Could the rains bring it back to life to spill into the ocean the story of the land?

Can the sky meet it willingly?

Is this world a true world?

Or does the river dry,

Pulling the sky and the ocean into it

Requiring their presence

If the river is dried

Where do the words go?

Where do they go…