Flora and Fauna

I strain my ears, desperately in the least

Twisting my neck into any shape

Will it give me satisfaction?

Desperation fruits nothing as it has for all before me

Why do the flora and fauna implore me?

I speak not their language, stammering and babbling

Littering the breeze with my formless words

Less of form, brimming with meaning

A chirp in the dark, a rustle in the shadows

The wind stirs a comforting white noise

Am I poised to take this over?

A caw says maybe as I slip into a screen

Screens are docile, I do the imploring

They reveal meaning and hide nothing

While flora and fauna speak in code

Screens operate in preset modes

Flora and fauna have nothing to say here

All knowledge is clear, maybe too clear, it’s so bright

Screens fill in the night

Until I know everything by sight

But eyes surely close, sight is lost

Tossed aside like yesterday’s knowledge

Day by day, human and screen, flora and fauna

I listen not to hear their words, formless words

Their musings aren’t fraught with screen-like ‘meaning’

It seems I only wish them to be

So a form cannot capture the formless, a screen cannot capture the wilderness

Flora and fauna speak in code

I am still in a preset mode