The World Sits Veiled

(Originally published August 2014. – Owen)

I say the words I mean to say;
But often, there are more words than there is meaning

For some of us, things are much harder than words
And relationships are even harder than things

I have a hard time untying even simple knots,
And I can’t fix things that are broken;
I don’t understand the people I know,
And I don’t understand myself when I’m around them

Music I can understand
Mathematics makes sense to me
Poetry speaks directly to me
But the world sits veiled
And silent

What It Be-Conomics

Don’t even ask about the title. I have no idea either.


Ah, yes, the world –

That’s buying and selling
You trade what you’ve got
For what you don’t

And needing something
Doesn’t mean you’ll have it
Unless you find
Something to trade for it

Do you bemoan this?
This state of affairs?

Then what would you would trade
To put in its place?