Use your words.
Furrowing through the dictionary, fingerwalking down columns, studying the nouns of disappointment, the uns and dis. All the familiar sensations between the foreign etymologies. My professional bible, this whispering wall holds back a reservoir. Words bloom into being, surfacing from some depth, faint before focus, suddenly real. The faint satisfactory click of the perfect word sliding into place, finishing, completing, activating the sentence. I feel the music of vowel and consonant, the pitter patter drip drop inevitability of thought expressed. Let's set out then, with bible and faith, to an unknown place. Something after 'z', somewhere unmapped, unspoken, disavowed. I'll find the words, if you find the time.