linqua

separated

from the words

left only with the experience

outside words

no reason

outside language the imperatives

that bind me are impenetrable

separating me from knowing

how to heal myself

I suffer without words to describe the pain

that started in the ocean

when the words floated home

but i never returned

no words

no language

outside reality

outside

sceaming silently

no words

for the loss

the lack

the empty space

the huge bruise

the infection that grew

understanding outside language

comprehended from rude hands

hoarse commands

demonstrations of inhumanity

the tearing asunder of the known

this invasion of being

unmade

outside words

outside the world

under the water

with out language

 

 

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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