This thing
Sprung whole from disbelief,
Would not lend itself to fathoming.
Words wrapped around it
Seeking purchase;
Some small hold
For syllable or sound,
A nook of metaphor
Or adjectival cranny
In which to attach
And lend perspective.
But language fell away
Like chaff from a perfect grain,
Leaving it bare,
Incomprehensible,
Gravid,
Unspoken.
Leaving you
And me
Here,
In disbelief.