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"considerer" poems
In regard to my considerer, my reader, my councelor: I voice a tongue few can fathom. A tongue of coalition, kinship, synthesis. A tongue of cigarettes, fire, ash; perishing by the flick of the inhaler. A tongue of resonance, expression, silence. A tongue of nostalgia, exuberance, regret. I voice a tongue few can fathom. I voice a tongue of the former, future, but not present. I voice a language few can understand; this language, few can understand.
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
Gift of Tongues