The moon watches you swim
Naked
in the illegible sea the indelible
Source
of language breaking asunder
Smashing
on this ragged shore
A singular design garbled into gibberish
A singular design garbled into gibberish
The
oldest sound of speech
The
most ancient of parsimonious phonetics
The
first lie O
let the chaos roar
And follow the moon
No words left to say
No inscriptions etched
in sand
O follow the moon off this
beach
Wander amid unwritten trees
The
precise elisions the forgotten vowels
Here
where locutions tremble and fall
Where the sway of whispered labials
Where the sway of whispered labials
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