The Native Tongue

It's the

psychology

of our

physiology

hieroglyphed

in the odd

symmetry

of the heart

ventricled,

left-right;

The yen

you I you

fine line

that somehow

defines though

not necessarily

pares apart;

The reflection

of the self borne

in another's eye

compounded,

and cataract'ed

by hyper thought;

It's the reiki heat

before the meet,

palpable albeit

registering with

static and doubt,

on Internal TV;

It's Life's work,

what empties,

and still fulfills,

dearest sadness

and the mystery,

that keeps.

It's the wordless,

and yet...

We speak.

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