When we drink
Blindwhite noongall all
The unutterable names
Teeter at the inmost edge then
Fall like unfeathered stars
countlessly
Fleeing nightward
Hard-silenced glottal-stops
That never know
The intimacy of tongue and teeth
And what of the damp trembling uvula?
O christ that voyeur of the mouth!
Our songhooved tongues gallop one
Against the other
Our psalmsharp teeth cut
Asunder even silence
Perhaps it’s true
Beheaded light
Conjured us here
A shelter from soul-hail
As if without us
We could still be we
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