Delayed Imagination

I am left segmented in almost true pieces
and feel as if my Heart can replace what it misses
with a word.
And the language of Silence is so twisted
that I really doubt it has ever existed
or been heard.
With impartial cries and impaling shouts
Nothing is ever sent out of the mouths -
this is absurd.
I gather my limbs from this memorial Gate
ethereal Voices scream that I am late.
I fall earthward.