I Think. Therefore, It Is.

Perhaps it was imagined, perhaps not,
This strangest dream that would have had me speak,
Except no noun or verb was in my throat
To free me from this Gordian Knot.

I still am noosed. Not as much as a vowel
Can I add for some vocabulary
In this foreign country. Therefore I am
A mime whose frontal lobe can only scowl,
Confounded from an original sleep.

I'll call it dream for sake of argument,
Although it felt organic, and so I think
Therefore it is, or so I'd like to think.