Elyse Frenchman

Among the stacks of frayed books

and crinkled papers,

comes a world omitted from the lengths of passages.

Beyond the blank horizons, not within reach the reach of words,

experiences secure the foundations of all that is learned.

Not tangible, but residing through a world of pure regarding,

I take knowledge that there is more

than withheld in dribbles of black ink.

A place of entity lies ahead beyond the words of wisdom;

for I will live more than the books can ever show me how.

To ride a camel in the dark while looking at the time ahead,

shall teach me to survive myself and not to turn back.

 Step-by-step within the constricted streets of an ill-fated village,

lets me glimpse at what there is in all that I have not seen.

Dwelling in this world we have,

I’m still chained to the madness;

barred from the yearnings

beyond the smudged windows.

I am blind

 if I am here in the same place day-by-day;

for I will never learn this life

 if there is no way to live it.