You Were Saying

The time comes when it's clear that you've been suffering from delusions.
You seem to reach that point in life, where there is no such point in life.
That sense of yourself inside you can't really.
Whatever it is, it seems to be that instead.
What you feel, deep inside you, is a sense of the life inside you
Having finally come to this, where there is no
Such thing as this.
You turn to the one you love, and it's clear there is no such loved one.
In the midst of a certain thought, you find that it's not that thought.
You speak of a sense of loss, in terms of the state you've come to,
After years of total immersion in the state of coming to terms,
And it seems that you've suffered a loss that even you
Can't quite conceive of, it being hard to imagine
That state of mind, which is not
That state of mind.
The time comes when it's clear that this is not that state of mind.
When it ceases to bear itself that strange resemblance to itself.
A time when it's all too real and less than likely.
Whatever the case, it isn't a likely case.
Life is real, in your language, in a sense that occurs in language
When everything means what it does, and it doesn't
Mean a thing that it does.
You were saying, someone says. As if there were such a someone.
You were saying, someone says. As if there were some such one.
You were saying, someone says. Whatever else
You were meaning to say, something tells you
It must have gone without saying, leaving you there
To mean what you do, where not even you
Could mean what you do.
The time comes when its clear that your meaning can do without you.
A time for the things time tells you, when it can't tell you from yourself.
Your life is a figure of speech, and you are a figure of silence.
Whatever is there inside you is there instead.