Poem By Sean McDowell
Should you chase the unwritten pages,
the spaces left beyond
the lines where words could no longer sustain thought,
you will find me.
And it has long seemed to me that there must be
or perhaps crucially right,
with a world in which we can map every continent
but not the soul,
describe an entire spectrum of color, but not of emotion,
and where a person
cannot lose himself altogether in the words
until they become his memoir.