Double Bind Poem by Boyan Deam

Yelling at the deep but vast.....mostly unrass...cave of heart. The lungs can scream all day, .....but that makes no excuse they say..... for the heart to wait for echo.....on the way. Loud or soft.....waiting for response is all the loud voice want......through rocks in seems...through water crests and beams.....of light....in night....no sight of anything.....that might. Resemble all the image and all its glamor.......its a melodrama ….......though. Never in its full potential.....details the mind forget to mention, that had everything to do.....when the do was in the moment, the only time it's name is true...absent of all comment. It was then that the molding took its place.....now waiting for an echo from the string that touched ….......sounds dense. Its a duplicate.. with no romance........dancing on idea, that someone answered back.......and may be......they were clearer. “Is thou out there? ......Is thou here for I......I might h've known how thee looked and seemed like from a by, ” Mistaken of the self love is.....it thinks there's really human there........ who can match it's ink. Forgetful in mistake heart sink.....to answer back its own request of …...what it think. Plays round and round.......yelling at its self............while walking on hot stones ….......same ground! ! ! ....... of stems...of leaves.....of men. All in voices can it bound.......while blindly seeking its own sound........plotting on that...... same ground! ! ! As every note can make a scale....the ones she plays will always mail.....as the letters of all noise. Learned the second music fed her.......and while playing in sound that best describe her.....the ones that met.......were all inside her. 5ths....... and 8ths....... and 16's grow......in a concerto of this lover's ball.......but yelling only serves the fall …....... same heart's echo that heard the call.
Talking to her self in caves, of love she comes to find...........caught again in need for echo, searching eyes are twice as blind.............only to remain entrapped, …..............in a game of double bind.