Words - Sea of Essays

&;#65279;The words that do run
and dispair me
that chase my fumbling brain,
just to remain me.

Here I am run aground on
a speared rocky shore
in amoung the single sentances,
spaced by commas,
stopped, discrumbled.

Roll upon role
the tide of paragraphs deficit
lenghtened by colour
clouded by style BUT
those WORDS compound ME!!

Into the Rile the essay
soaks me sinking into
an ALIENATED sea
by my fumbling chase
WORDS ! WORDS !
the TERRORS that fall
suddenly into place!.