“I can no longer see on any path a path.”
——— Ingeborg Bachmann
I shouldn’t be surprised
And I’m probably not really.
It just supports my delusions
To pretend to myself I am.
Being unable to speak
Fast enough as I wish,
The words fracture along
Trails of incoherence.
The abandoned sentences
Stop mid-way like cliffs
Tumbling a thousand feet
To the interstate below.
Lately, I haven’t been writing,
And I’m not sure I care.
(November 10, 2026)
