CARTOGRAPHIES OF LANGUAGE

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A sentence begins with a lie
The common language already
Filled with duality, an imperfect means
Of understanding, semi-true literacy
Of our unity, the loneliness of
The liar endures, like false-love

A poem can be torn up
Never read again, but
The innovocation has already been set
Words of anger, cannot be taken back
Words, infiltrate our blood
With cortisol and neurochemicals

A sentence begins with a pause
For the heart’s twisting dials
There is no technology of silence
Only rituals of communication
Etiquette of what was not said –
The blurring terms of our inadequacy

At connecting, our inability to hear
Words in the music of our faces
The blueprint lost of our authentic sameness.

6 thoughts on “CARTOGRAPHIES OF LANGUAGE

  1. so true Wuji – the Indian sage Meher Baba enforced on himself the fast of SILENCE – for 30 years, never speaking – gandhi too had days on which he never spoke – silence can indeed be golden – thanks

  2. You are picking up a thread of truth here, in these last two poems…and that thread is moving by itself to weave magic in the lives of your readers. Trust me!

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