Ambiguity
Last night, a thief snuck through my room
Snatching words and thoughts from
The books that line my shelves until
I couldn’t speak in full sentences
And the words that survived
Were devoid of meaning or depth.
She could have taken any of these
Meaningless possessions of mine,
But somehow it seems that the
Paradigms of such thieves are
Far more nefarious than what
They would have you believe.
