read

you can read?
the subtitles of my thoughts
the, transcripts of my past
the, inprints of my sentences.

I telegramed my
soul to fish the self
of my inside of me.

but you found it...

I did asked and wondered
hows and whys and ands and ends
but now I dont.

see I read the thread of my beginings
and found the words of wisdom
laying flat inside braded chords.

but you stroke it...

you've sent
vibrations across the universe
searching seeking and asking
for the words that once were.

So I leave you,
to write the next begining
and maybe I
can learn to read in reverse.