of how
you always
try to pin things
down
is a nucleus
made out of
reasons why
you mostly succeed
in screwing them up.
Imagine
the scalded
cauldron of your grief
without that name
you gave it;
picture delineating
the difference
between
professional
and amateur nobodies;
close your eyes
and see if you
can imitate
that legible melody
your soul would sing
without
all the notes
it doesn't need.
