unknown

there is a yearnful parting
that never came to be

we search for it without notice
whether or not an illusion

never knowing if each met
will ever be the ONE

as understudys eager to be betrayed as us.

two strangers never encountered
convinced they will know:
innately, irrevocably

and as they contemplate thus
seemingly guaranteed in deed

each pass the other
remaining one less unknown.

Latined

When will the words that spill
from pen step aside to the native inside?

The brimming pronouncements
do not carry the heart as do
the foreign sounds
that claim they are indeed original
yet the thinkings remain clattering away in latin
inching forward to express
what too many words
cannot feel