Tongue Poem by Jonathan Land

My first language, I've spoken it from birth,
that of comprehension
comes in use many times a day.
It speaks in delusions of perfection
and the grandiosity of delusion.

The second, I know I will never master.
I've seen hoe its fabric of harmony delight
has claimed mastery of its speakers.
At night it will play its kind words in your mind
and in the morning you will be forsaken, speechless.

My third is honesty.
It is the hardest to learn
and the most pleasurable to speak.