Once upon a time     somebody didn’t scream (when they should have)     and this set them down the long twisting road to becoming one of the screamless.

You must understand     there are screamless who still dream     then there are screamless undreaming      they are the living damned      the screamless undreaming.

To begin again: Once upon a time there was a boy who didn’t scream and everything he didn’t scream went somewhere else    we don’t know where     the boy would have liked to follow the screams to wherever it is they went     also (we assume) where the other unspecified bits of boy went to form a sclerotic golem     a creature near to beingness born from forgotten     with a limited vocabulary

i so stupid

i so dumb

i so blind

i so deaf

i wonder why

ill conceived this golem and these screams being somewhere else     the boy not knowing where     without screams the boy became words in the land of dreaming    it was dreaming all the time and all the dreaming became all the boy ever wanted to be   all the words in all the dreaming all the time desired to become stories   Let me tell you about me telling you     that was the secret voice of the stories talked and talked     Let me tell you about me telling you    words born in all dreaming all the time never die

To begin one last time: A screamless boy wondered    what happened to all my screams     where did they go     and what of the golem made from displaced bits of me     maybe through all dreaming i can find those screams and place them back inside my mouths and stuff them deep down into my lungs and scream them into lives they have never known    maybe the vagabond golem can find its place among other forgotten golems     and its limited vocabulary of i so stupid i so dumb i so blind i so deaf i wonder why could be expanded to include a novel term      i so blessed     maybe these words could make all the difference in the world      yes maybe