Poem 1982 (2)

Speak

 

A light goes on
in prisons of the head
struggles for response
shreds of recognition
and vision
as an escape
into purer air
unbreathed

So rise in my throat
with your heat
ascend in signs
unspeakable
speak to that core
split every sound
into its bones
where no sense could swell
or endure
through futile blood
matter opening up
metal buzz
in my mouth
an abortion
of words.

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