The Mysteries

It’s beyond my comprehension. I really don’t understand what you are trying to convey. I don’t doubt your ability to communicate; I’m beginning to doubt my mental capacity and or development. Surely you of all must understand, given your way of weaving words and abstracts.

I see others all around me falling into your cadence and your vestibules of verbiage; with me being left behind, the brass knocker in my hands, banging at the door of perception. Am I the child in front of the TV still questioning, “Who is the Kaiser and why is he in my Bugs Bunny cartoon”? The mysteries remain.

© 2010 Michael Yost 12/10

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