Visuals and verses

We are scouring the rivers and
skylines for remnants of alphabets.
We look for them to find ourselves lost
in the mighty national parks, in the dark silhouettes of tall buildings,
In the curved snaking horns
of the mammals.
We don’t describe the darkness of night
We can’t put in sentences
the vast blueness of the oceans,
we are at sea when thinking of
words that bring out the crispness of
the air we breathe,
Instead we exchange emojis,
Instead we capture pictures of
everything we do
see and feel
We are in the autumn of language,
trapped in the glitzy visuals,
We hide behind a smokescreen.