Though you see -- is partial
the whole moon is still out there....



Our language wraps us
unwraps us, our faces and skin.

It's not about words
but about what you
open with your words
the world, its contents, and
every little  flavour of it
is held under the silence of your tongue
on the tongue of your spirit
before you release it
through a breath
giving life a song
or a sword

to sing your spirit
or to wage your wars

i pick up one from
the scent of my memories
from the breastmilk of my mother
from the safe soothing lullabies
she hummed
while i knew nothing else of this world

Language is
what i use
from what has drifted me away to come back
to you.

01/10/2016