a rambling discourse, loosed free into the

a rambling discourse, loosed free into the
air, as if birds flew there, a conjecture
that moves along a decent progression,
gathering meaning as it goes, meaning
to think a line that holds,
intending all that, each time she opens
her mouth the thought explodes outward, a flock
of birds, let loose and gone, leaves her bereft
of every next moment’s reason, she stands
in that field where nothing holds and begins
again to gather her resources