Empty words

Empty words

Turned upside down

Tumbling out

Of my pockets

Where they were stuffed

For safekeeping

Until found wanting

Falling

Onto the floor

Rolling around

In blind panic

Bouncing through the door

Simplify

Employ a catchphrase

To reel them in

What a waste of meaning

When the whole

Is worth less than the parts

The antithesis of Gestalt

I am lost

In a foreground

With little thought of perspective

Promise me this

If I mean nothing to you

Let me go

Release your hold

Break the spell

Of binding

Before the well runs dry

There is a hole

In the bucket

The rope is frayed

No more winding

Let the wheel spin free

It is time to speak of matters

With more gravitas

Than a fortune cookie motto

A senseless meme

For the mindful

Caught in a moment of

Self doubt

Seize my soul if it still exists

Find the words to describe it

Spit them out.