Tongue Tied
Why am I lost for words?
As I decipher the tilt
Of the crescent moon
Magnetic forces breathe
In the breadth of my soul
Down the gully of oblivion
Where sunlight meets moonlight
Crescent moon taunts the tilt
On my geometrical turntable
Words in phrases
Fills the voice box
Time locked in a hammock
Tied on a eucalyptus branch
Sweet words hiss in silence
Down the rainbows den
In the quiet abyss of nothingness
I have found my words
Stucked in my lips
As I envisage the tilt
Of the crescent moon
Down the gully
Calm
Breathless
Tongue Tied
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