If not years then a lifetime to cross a path a Pacific Ocean to
traverse into a different land a different tongue I have been asked how
My tongue has changed entered into and become strange
even to me I come to know it as no longer
My bearings i have to relearn even my language my words what is ground I have to dig
to risk it all coming back to full circle
is it I question myself every day is it
To be a stranger, to be someone
here is to be estranged from being someone
A loop of irony all of it
just to find my way back
forward.
Dribbling Tongue
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