10-4-06 3AM in your room

We’re emulsified in these cognitive attempts,
hindered by our consonants.
Will you find a word to measure me?
Will you lay a sentence over me
that will rectify the carcass of my life?
No, you don’t believe that letters spelled through me
Can amount to this. My freedom.
I know how to find the vowels in the thorns.
I can loose myself from any snarl,
dispatch the codes with these well placed vowels.