Language:
from the depths of being I yearn for union;
where word becomes flesh and
mind flushes to page.
my
strings of thoughts panting.
illusions are racing.
utterances detained.
don't you hear my cry or
my ever-present brain-pang?
loosen the chains.
set my tongue free,
imperatively
eagerly,
despairingly.
Let thy Word reign.
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