Fuck you, filing cabinet

I’ve been searching for something
Words to describe a state of being
Concepts to claw back a semblance of meaning
Distance from edges and safety from ledges
Searching in bars and in traffic between the buses and cars
In mystery and music and mastery and memory
Or in romance and senses and sentences or sonnets
Checking under the things turned over
And the things not easily calculated
Or the bare stuff, laid out in front of us
Vagaries, impossibilities, perhapsedness, perception
Deception then, again and again
Of the self, of the soul, of the very earth, rock and roll
It seems the search may never end
But these words, however inaccurate, keep piling up

~ by Derek Wilson on June 4, 2013.