I have much on my mind

much to say

but no voice to say it


like heavenly testicles

finally descending

my voice has changed


the old words

no longer fit

in this mouth


and reflection

on all the wild tales told

produces a bit of shame


and while I learn a new vocabulary

life makes its trite demands

in its ancient language


of conflict and temptation

but I cannot hear to it

my change of voice changes my mind


and the desire to speak will come

to full expression when what new thing

rises in my throat to surprise...



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