I wish I wrote the way I thought,
In another world,
For some other kind of people,
In another plane,
The fluid joy that slips away,
The nostalgia that lingers,
In the end of my toes,
Needs to be written about,
Language carries thoughts poorly,
They slip away,
In the tyranny of syntax,
And crevices of meaning
In another world with no innate biases
I will write the way I think