(Catrin has a great Website that provides endless, fantastic surreal browsing experience.)
I scour one after the other
each page
looking for a fingerprint,
a word, a tear,
a sigh(n).
The script
screams
in sudden
emptiness.
Where have all the words gone?
They seemed so important
yet when I had them,
they died on the tip
of my tongue or took
dust moats as sails
brandishing swords
targeting onwards,
drawn to the hum-thrum
of my eardrum.
I swat them away,
keep looking
in the old places,
brittled pages.
Around me, the lost
words break loose,
a deluge –
I am caught in the storm
of invisible droves,
flashing letters,
falling words,
ghost whispers
twisted in a gale.
They strike like rain,
but
my eyes blind and
the fevered search
continues.
