Hypographia

I want to shut out the world and all its noise

so that I can hear the words

being spoken.

I want to clear all the space in the attic of my mind

so that I can see the patterns

being formed.

I want to clear all the obstacles from my vision

so that I can open my eyes

and see the light.

Multitudes exist, just beyond my reach.

If only I could quiet

the clamor that encompasses me,

then I could piece it all together

and at long last

show the world the whole story.