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Identity - Part 1

Thoughts dropped from tongue tip
Cliff-diving, sprouting wings
Gliding eloquently
to find nest within my ear

Chirp chirp echoed words
reverberating truths are sent
in secret handshakes
Wading wells, spilling out into my heart

Plucked in fear and resonance
Stirred surface goes serene as I am lifting away
Smoothing glass grade retrospection
My words, another's reflection

Lip-synching the chirps of thoughts
 and water-drop conceptions
Hoisted high in starving light
Swallowed, vanishing inside a perfect replica
(of all that I could have done right)

Our ages, paper-thin boundaries
projecting pop culture paladins
to the Gods of stage and screen
He speaks, I listen

He says the things I want to say
but have not the familiarity to drop from tongue tip
so that they glisten, wet from the placenta
taking flight into the naked day
seeking nests from way up high
Written by PierreTheMad
Published | Edited 12th May 2015
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