I've borrowed tongues
-mine left me stranded
in synta-semantic limbo...
Limply in the virgina of words
like the phallus of an impotent idiom...
I'm back
after sipping on the nectar
of a distant proverb...
mine, marooned me
on an island of gigglin silences
as my word blossomed like a mute daisy
in a garden of petaled voices... Tonalities
mine, is the maze of the rainbow...
Fantasm and true
vague yet pricks the eye with a pallid answer splitting into seven questions
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You've got an admirable control over choice of words helping you create meanings intended in an uncontrived manner...good job
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