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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
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