Rushing slowly

We taste the language. Texture of our language.

I come to life when language comes to life in me. Life is real.

You have life and then you dance through the words.

 

The willingness to rise on the clarity of the moment.

 

I whisper, I shout language to dance and sing. To be felt. To dance around my fingers.

Language like drops (drops drops).

Language that reaches deep like breath.

Language is joy when it dances itself.

I want to speak it where it is heard. Speak it to the world. Free it from itself.

 

Language really that feels. A delight. A taste for thunder.

 

You speak the words and taste them.

 

And then my dear you hold your warm smile in your heart.

For the one who speaks life.

 

Rush slowly through their words.

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