that feeling when my innards cry

that feeling when my innards cry itself into

the knotted sadness of powerlessness

when will i feel my jowls soar with wings again?

there is nothing that comes close to

the freedom of loud-mouthed creativity

          no one has to hear 
          my enunciations

          but me myself

may i write these words well enough 
to convince your eyes that 
words can simply be

soundless cyphers

exploding

quietly

in your mind