capital letters

capital letters no longer exist in my world.
there's festering clusters longing to begin,
but the phrases and people and places are now
humbled, because i jumbled them free of their
formalities, their faces, their opening statements.
if there is no genesis, there cannot be a revelation,
and certainly not a postscript. pressing messes into
sentences, i scan them until they spell sense,
but the definitions oscillate like oversized jewels,
accosting me with the scintillation of sirens, begging
me naked, bathing, to build them back their bridges.
but capital letters no longer exist in my world,
          and the holocaust it's caused has a meaning that's lost.
          the holocaust it's caused has a meaning that's lost.

-01/04/10