Wednesday, 4 June 2014

tongue-tied


tongue-tied
no way this crass world is keeping me
tongue-tied
tongue-tried
tongue tired of repeating again and
again tied
to the system of up and down
down-tried
trown-died
drown dried
blank
blank
blank

i have delved into depths unmeasured,
and unmeasurable
where the breath is short
if not impossible
where space is equal
to the intake of breath
one can muster in
a four-thousand-fathom downfall

life, ruled by such equation,
is a logic
which died out
when the first oak leaf fell
long before
speech was inspired
long before
speech came to us
and died
and left us
tongue-died
 

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