Bereft of Words…

Bereft of words, Save for this small exhortation I found Lying in the middle of the street. It wanted desperately for me to help him Find his face, or something fairly close to it, So that he could finally be seen again, And perhaps even interacted with; As x approaches the (a) limit of civility. Afterwards we would locate his jar of coagulated thoughts And loosen them with his mother’s tears, The vagrant shadows of possibilities Forever unrealized lurking restlessl