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Primal Language

Primal Language Speaking gutturally in the fractured Fragments of a foreign language, A tongue unknown to her She is come from another country gesturing with her hands Between the islands of broken English Within her hesitations are the silent Stutters of clarity Using her body as a language I know what she is asking Between the atolls of words Are oceans of sterling imagery John Tansey

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