Cannot Say

A mystery hides within life

and it is at times most loud,

though soundless.

it is amplified

by justice and inspiration;

excited

by manifold and impossible potentialities,

layered

with all that has already been and

all that has already been said:

but saved, in a way, by that fact of the moment

which sublimates all utterences

with its gift

of momentary relevance.

i would write and write and write

for all that i cannot say this to anyone.