The Tongue
Stand naked and alone before the whole wide world -
Bleed beneath the knife in broad day light -
. . . . . . . . yet no one sees . . .
The mind convulsed with truths and bursting
- fish upon the rapids leaping, bent to spawn,
- intent to speak one word, one radient rainbow gem
sparkling bold and glorious . . .
The tongue clacks softly in an orifice of dust,
no other sound will utter;
the damned tongue no…
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