Speaking in Tongues
In unexpected moments of distress
beyond my control
I begin speaking in tongues,
it becomes and uncontrollable convulsion,
perhaps I might call upon your name
in the language of the stars
while I dance without movement
maintaining an utter stillness
which cannot be broached.
I have memories of the future
and prophesy of the past,
but sometimes the present eludes me,
and I hover just out of existence,
like a creature half of water and half of air
but without the means
of passing between the two different spheres,
simultaneously living in both
while never touching either.
I can only dream of your Earth-arms
pulling me down, or drawing me up,
before I am siphoned above the atmosphere,
before I am consumed in the undertow.
And all I want is to understand
this cosmic dialogue which may possess
the power to detach me
from the destruction working inside of me.
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