What did I expect? These perfect vowels
fall dark-plumed from my tongue.
Years waiting for the chance
to illuminate. Bringer of light;
refracted, distorted
light. Shine on
all the things I meant to say.
Years waiting
for a certain glossolalia
to possess me
when you hit record.
But babel, babel,
here the words
crumble in my mouth.
Bible, bible
here my resolve crumbles
into doubt. Please
shut me up.
Heaven's far from here
and I always knew
I'd fall like this. Please
shut me up.
Babel, bible, babble
softly, your time is up.
YOU ARE READING
Fields of Asphodel
PoetryA poetry collection inspired by mythology, nature, and poetry itself. The style will be a bit different to what I wrote for Clockwork Lives, but I feel personally that it is an improvement. :)
