Nomad Writer

If I
Were to scatter
These words
And
Unpile the
Alphabetic bones
From the grimy recesses of my mind
What would I find?
What secrets
Are hidden in plain sight?

Each inked fragment
Holds some obscure message
Blurred between the lines
But for tonight
I have nothing
Only a scrambled heart
A jumbled mind
Submerged in a black sea
Of meaningless words.