Language stumbles
over edges of
teeth,
stuck in the lips’
door as I
contemplate
which word to
release next.
The universe
requests the truth,
but I am not
ready, I say, “I
need to think about
it some more,” but
clumsy phrases
waltz together without
rhythm, and
inconveniently
emerge,
without warning,
breaking out of
my embrace
and into the realm
of perception.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
Language stumbles
over edges of
teeth,
stuck in the lips’
door as I
contemplate
which word to
release next.
The universe
requests the truth,
but I am not
ready, I say, “I
need to think about
it some more,” but
clumsy phrases
waltz together without
rhythm, and
inconveniently
emerge,
without warning,
breaking out of
my embrace
and into the realm
of perception.
