it is from the ache for to taste words that i
can think them in my throat deep at back
and i breathe in the blood of them,
grope them for whiles, at least, till their shape
takes shape. i gulp, glottis-spasmed
great gobbles to gorge on, trust their dust
comes to life-saving rest on my tongue
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
