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Tongues

Tongues, lost in me

yours be the sharp and the vile

Glide neath my skin

storm trough my nerves



I bury the nomad years

hours in the earth

couldn't exorcise these searing,

peaking tongues

Immune you say

yet venom stakes in strangest guises

Tongue, throat, tongue

slayer of the word and stealer

of vision



A monumental reign of terrors

throats slit up to stain the target

We're food for the hounds of trauma,

prey to the crows of stress



No power left to retrieve my stolen

language

Filtered though the illiterate

fingers of death



Flies

let sickness be poured

from the cupped hands of bedlam



On account of their brightness

I made friends with the word and

the moon

went with the tide and left for

the sound

of dead instruments thrown out

of tune



The red square patterns, dragonrise

and evenclaw

decoying from pandemonia syfometry



Let ring

a disgonant note in the music of

the spheres

the streak of promise in the nuclear

sky

These whipping black tongues

aching to lick me back to life

to inject their truths within me

Tongues /

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