I am the metaphor that bends
Where meaning breaks and never ends
I speak of all, yet say no thing
A silent song the void can sing
I’m language shaped to lose its way
A truth that lies in what words weigh
Each phrase I form dissolves its core
Revealing less with every more
I’m sense that slips through grasping hands
A map that charts unmapped demands
I echo thoughts that can’t be known
A voice that’s carved in shifting stone
I’m purpose wrapped in veiled disguise
A riddle told with open eyes
To name me is to miss the mark
I shine by making meaning dark








Powerfully penned, Mstrmnd. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write with many layers and a ton of depth my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian