On The True Tongue

I apprehend time 
too well
to grasp as it passes
whisper-sigh-cycles
as drop-leaf rhyme.
Its insubstance, subtle and sublime,
fills-in-visibly 
all crevasses

In
and between
warm flesh and 
dust,
swells cells with lust
to make more like themselves 
and thrust
their unitedly divided 
fate's' fruition 
unto it 
and us.

Know you now this:
We come 
bare
both in and out-
sides, swaddled in gasps,
a writhing, shiver-fount.
You came this way
the first time.
You'll depart,
awake
and come so again
into the lush wet grasp
of earth and wave's
verdant morass,
tangled,
tumbled, 
heels over head,
by mortal coil’s unrelenting mount
clutching desperately astraddle
bereft of bit, bridal,
stirrup, rein, saddle
Until to ride it through
so gently as to break
what seems
can ever-further bend,
transcend,
to remerge with all,
and never more 
renew.

When first you were delivered thus
what did you smell
b’low the sky,
atop dew,
(who's swallowing is,
for sustenance,
water just enough)
still glazed warm
with your own precious liquid,
gestation’s heirloom inner ocean
mammalian womb-infusion, residue
of sacred lotion:
life's most holy stuff...?

Taste you,
the first time,
wind.

The moist
exhalations of
trees.

The hard,
min'ril musk of
stone.

The stars
dripping
light

in stretched-honey filaments
to flood
the hidden
inner
walls
of your
eyes

(...for know also this:
seeing out must always
invite ent'ring 
light
see
in

your diaphanous tunnels,
channels, 
courses, 
of slow flowing,
swole-sunken runnels,
probing illumination
of pink secrets
exploring ever more ways
your deepest-dwelling lucubration,
to lay bare 
where solid stillness stirs within...)

As yet unmarred by hearsay
-free and open to
feel 
open and free-
no interpreter
smiling fey
to “translate” words
and from them meaning peel,
describing what,
when but parted,
lids 
and lips
can 
unaided 
see

Our language then
was summer-lucid-shimm’ring:
glimmer-glass-rain-jewel-pearl-cloud-
falcon after down-ed dove down dove.
Breeze. 
Each careful-touch
a gravid word
(by those inured
prodigally disavowed
for sounds that vainly strove
to mean a thing
let alone as much)

Hear now! The true tongue enters!
Sends syllabian silence 
licking after light
spreading 
images 
of honest bliss
through ear, eye, nose
skin
every orifice
Red scent of Jacinth
Swallow 
in flight
Butterfly-foot-flower-kiss
Pebble
Tendril
Seed
The smoothness of clay
Marsh-garden’s minute snail
Tidal Goblet
of Sea’s green mead
Your body's own sweet 
redolent sweat
All effusions crying “!!LIFE!!”, they
rejoice 
in meaning
what they, wordless,
say
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