Obviously, untitled.

I am afraid
to call things by their name.

Words words words
that spring to mouth like
some dried-up well suddenly
rediscovering purpose--

which one to tether but not bind
which one to call but not define?
the millions cannot hold
the infinite energy
of the unmentioned corner
of Language's very eye.

So instead of anchoring them
in certainty,
I nod or wave at them
as they pass me hurriedly
on the street
and try to avoid
my petrifying gaze.