Saturday, October 9, 2010

Dancers who speak

Dancers who speak, pose for your prose
The noises you make, the speeches you choke
Without an oasis, thirsting for oaths
Too heavy to hold, overflowing the throat
Tongue pushing upwards, braiding the rope
Forming a pearl from the vocals of ghosts
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