when you can’t find words of your own, borrow.
list out a string of them that don’t make sense.

precious ocean tidal arc
i beg i dream i beg again

feel it on your tongue: language forming,
symbols budding. sometimes there are thorns

sharp as cold water.

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the lulls
the hums
of vowels twisting

eventually burst
into a sentence you’ve never sung before.

—

a new earth, born of senses.