how I'd go to write the next word I'd figured out
and the tablet wasn't there
and I'd have to hold the word and stagger
room to room to find what I was working on
still holding it in my head think about it
finding the paper and resolving it into writing
banging against or off the walls for a standing
direction down the halls
the world's mirrors are drunk with figuring
it all out Having to put down all my business
as collateral subject
to loss in word I the answer addict gamble for the object
still wanting the oblivion the innocence
from knowing that made me responsible for such possessed sense.