No Idea

In their whispers
in the eaves
in the caves
dark caves
I hear their whispers
and
in their whispers
I hear the sweet noise
of your name

Whispered in the dark
is your name
In the jungles
under bridges
Across the wide expanses
of Kansas prairies
I can hear it
I swear
I swear yes I swear I can

You were my life
every other perception swept aside
like a forgotten dream
You haunt me

Whispered in the silence
is your name
In the gas stations
in the stalls
In the office
in the halls
In the ways
under the Rule
the one Rule
which is never
to be spoken of again

I am lost and grinning
perhaps
Even I am crazy
somedays
It feels there is no other explanation
for it all
and all it is
Is nothing at all

"Hey Jack Kerouac
I think of your mother"
she is crying she is dying
she is desperate for
we are lost
I am your brother
don't forget Jack
don't you forget that

Everything
EVERYTHING
I have ever done
has been for reasons
I didn't believe in
it's no wonder that I'm dissatisfied
but there is hope
Upon the horizon
and I am dancing in the first rays
As my feet
stay cold and planted
But worry not
there is motion
there is feeling
Returning
slowly
I am coming
you have no idea
no idea
What I am capable of.