In full support of the body
the tongue lashes out silently
to open a wound. The body lurches forward
then is still. Meanwhile the soul,
a disruption of the body,
a cocoon among its waves,
wraps itself around itself.

You don’t know what any
of this means…you will, though, as the woods
crowd around and in. As the wind
rattles the windows and you shiver
wondering as to meaning and
implications. A language
of body and soul simultaneously
talking, talking…

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onward,
T