Fictional Terror

I tremor at the thought
of writing a character
into being;
more control than parenthood
comes with this pen project
the passion the action the ends

I mean
what I say
I say mean
and means say
the mean has been 
gleaned

That's what I mean, 
the stanza above
I like my meanings
to escape inaudible
inarticulate
intangible 

As I fungus into another day
of decay in the face of another sun