Scribbling

Once again it is possible to read what I wrote in every book I haven’t read. My words, a pale image of the original text. Listen, those voices past are saying what I said. They are not lost in time or air for I’ve just heard them. The adjective helpless or the question why speak louder than the rest. Or is it only that enclosed code? Madness it is not, as there is nomadness. And some brain-scripts are well written, so let’s read those instead. Why helpless?