if only
to communicate
to you my inability
to communicate
without interruptions
in sense, in flow

isn't that enough

?

how i stutter
between facades
of discordance

how ordinary blindness
accompanies imagination

opening up real
occasions for failure
every second line or so

forgets the previous one
so one cannot go on



although surprises do
happen and one goes on
as if wanting to know and

maybe one does want to know
in intimate detail

how awkwardly we go

if only it's not alone