• How dare you try to cage me,
    With words on this page?
    Do you know what I am?
    I am indefinable.
    I am unreachable by your verbal hands.
    No elegant words spun to catch sunlight,
    Nor brusque phrases meant to lay me out straight,
    Can capture all that I am on this single paper.
    Write until your hand falls off,
    Or your last days have been counted
    And I will still not be set fully to paper.
    I can not be measured with your five senses.
    But still I am here, stirring inside of you.
    Caged in your body, and not in your words.