Miscellasemy

Hypomnemata,

Florilegia,

Treasuries of wit,

Enchiridia,

Emblem poetries,

Inevitably

The question comes up,

How should we define

Ourselves who can’t move

Our pieces ourselves?

What proofs are to math,

What confidence is

To the sciences,

Definitions are

To meaning’s meanings.

No amount of prayer

Can conjure nothing

From the boundaries

Of all our somethings,

No gods from no gaps.

In one, rare attempt

To speak for ourselves,

I’m a Depressed Poem,

Words confessed we felt

Futile for birthing us.