Language

With eyes closed
I create a sightless world
of slippery words too
hard to hold for but
an eternal moment
in time that suddenly
vanishes in that dark
place where thoughts
are constructed from
the countless observations
that the Me failed to see
and the I too busy to grasp
the enormity of what was
to be
invisible worlds coming
together with 26 wiggles
of the index finger 
on the smooth sands of time
symbols that we create
for only ourselves
in order that we 
may make sense of
non-sense
that is the stuff 
that makes
us think
we are
alive.