Kit for Kat

The words so simple to place upon the page never came to my lips when I needed them most.  Such a simple thing, this place, to render new worlds with the stroke of a key, yet in the embrace of beauty the mind recoils to a primitive state; words becoming shorter, emitted in grunts and senseless phrases.

It should have been so easy, to work poetry within your ear, telling you of all the things I wanted; spinning words into reality with golden tongue.  Alas, the ape screamed out and only the vilest nature of man met your ears, and in such … you laughed.

This place, so simple yet complex is the only place where I am truly free when in your presence.  Tis strange for one such as me, who never had such issues before; quick tongue and complex thought never had so many issues becoming sound, yet there was nothing I could do.

I was lost within flesh within the thought of salvation deep within.  A salvation torn asunder by crippled words and false starts.

In this world, even this forlorn creature can be God.  In this world, he can be free of the ape within and coalesce thought into complex thought without hang-up or trepidation.

Most days, this is the only world I have left.