Notres Langues Nous Trompes

I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning

And secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden

Believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves

My heart whispers in forms that twenty years

of reason and cognition have rendered useless

If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons before this zero

To see our system as a void, to believe ourselves immune--

To never feel our wings melting

We are all spirits trapped and dying

Trapped and dying