Reasonableness Simpliciter

The plastic words that fill the page,
Swirling, cascading from my grasp,
Meaning less and less with each moment.

I grasped the fabric, but then it frayed.
The plastic melted and dripped away.
It pooled in a puddle on the floor.
A word soup that glistens and beckons me.
But the soup is dry,
My bowl is empty.

All that is left is a gigantic smudge.
Where reason used to lie,
Where understanding never settled.