This is an idea
that can't be written down.
There, right there
did you see it? -
lurking on the page
on the brink of decipherability.
No?
It didn't manifest as a comma,
splicing the semantics into the syntax.
No, nor was it a matter of breathing
an emphasis.
And even in the gravid space
between words and the lexicon
it was absent.
But I swear to you,
it may not be evident,
but it was there.
An impulse, stuck in the subvocal space
between thought and word,
a feedback of the phonological loop,
a collection of neurons firing
in response to an unknown impulse,
a demand to be realized
as a fitting description
of a void
full to the brim.
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