mind' mood-swing embodied, framed
for articulation, empowered
with the gift of speech, lifting him up
from the chunnering noisy beast.
As mere verbal-duct, or courier, it conveys
what are
thoughts- the first language-
seething idea-hives, mind cut
and encoded
with tone and meaning-
be they bad words
woven with bad mood
as rinded message
at the crucial time, sledges down
the tongue
and slip out of your mouth
and commits the irreparable.
When the mind stammers
words ring
in sound and significance
or the speaker and listener
opposite word-gauge for appreciation.
No tongue slips
that has at its centre this clarity.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2024-05-13 at 02:58

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