Phonetics, from deep down the throat,
Twisted epiglottis, like a water fall
Obstructed by a sharp stone's tip.
The more the glottis twists, the more
The power of speechography. Like a tyrant's cry,
When he intends to kill children in the streets;
Seeing their fate on the back of the hand.
When a language is being suffocated,
And when dead shall dance in paradise
And the mankind believes in the truth
Of Dead Sea scrolls, discovered by shepherds.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 27,2014.
Captured speech writing back by Raymond Boisjoly @ Hidden Room
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