an echo chamber of silence

I want for some things to reach out of the darkness
like a hand with long fingers that know how to play
notes and keys
or write words I've never seen
arranged
in a specific way

The unknowing is sentimental
but the remembering is
sharp
a poking burr
stuck in my boot

Inside memories trapped
are repeated stories
sometimes held
at different angles
or zoomed in closer
to really see
what was there

I cut them out
and collage a scene
a poem for you
a song for me

Never enough of myself seems to be here at one time
parts fly away or get stuck to people I've been

I wish to collect them all
and glue in such perfection
it makes you gasp

then I might glow in joy
and blissful
peace

with this ego
captured
and
on
a
leash.