Nyquil

Surely the words that stepped forth from this mind
Must have known where they should go
When they leapt from the flow of the thoughts-
A river, a tumult tumbling, spring gushing gurgling
Vomiting the pure untainted from a root bound soul.

Surely when these brave lonely words stepped out of the safety
Of limbo, out of the safety of the herd of jumbled possibles,
They must have known they would arrive someplace,
Must have had some reassurance that they would not
Dry up in the air and snap off dead and forgotten.

Like pilgrims or tendrils or bums that go somewhere,
Must know where they are going. Surely when these words
Became words and set out as such, they knew where they were going,
But they didn’t tell me before they left.