I can see very far

there is no one.

I can hear deeply

there is a continuous

low hem of indistinct.

A closed window stands

in front of stories untold?

Those in clothes knew how

they were confined from all

sides, an endlessness stood latent told.

A child asked "Is language a maze?"

Her mother laughed in front of her friends

in response to the child's unusual question.

The child was surround by her elders as she

was being put off as being foolish by her

guardian, however, it was her mother

who did not have an answer.

Language was that like an ocean to the

child, unrealized, as an ocean receptive

and expressive, the tide pulls and returns;

as the child sees this she clung into the

oceans endlessness, without lanes and

the usual requirements she again wonders

if we call this a maze. How she also forgot

one topples stark to the shore as crippled as the

starved glutton, from the girls dark and

boundlessness ocean bed, she sees herself

as gendered, sensible and with dispositions.

The intoxication of the sea had evaporated

into what was now the here as collected salt.

Why must one carve truth in finding shore?

Why must one assume the essence of existence

by that intelligence of one who relies on their

notes and personal surveillance patterns? Logic

is a force of law, expressing the masculine form

through the deduction of the girl or woman.

A hum came over all the lands and washed all

that had ever came, all information dissolved

to bring all to the present we could not prepare.