A TONGUE WITH NO WORDS
If the tongue reacts to
Loss of words,
A situation, alike a broken fetus,
Makes an eager appearance.
The quick and successive
Eruption of anxiety
Brings scratches on the beating heart,
The sky above the head appears colorless
With a bruise moon.
I fail to guess
How the evolution incipient
In a deserted plain
with a tongue with no words.
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