speakin my own language

“i’m speakin my own language
i’m feeling it out
i think you’re speaking something like it

it’s like climbing into a cave
it’s like searching in the dark blue
it’s like fingers calling out in cold air

everyone is speaking it
it seems to me, i think i think
i think i hear it, but i can’t quite speak it

what is it im grasping for
is it to be able to speak in your language,
or for you to be able to speak in mine?

i really just want to build our own language
and that’s when it’s tough
because the tongues of the tongues of the tongues
but also
who wants to build a new language when they can just speak in their own?

i do, i do, and someone must want to to.
i keep grasping into the dark
then coming up for more air
must swim to the black holes to find you there

unless you speak my language, and i speak yours
no more swimming, no more breathing
words set free, so they go, and they are heard
fingers to mouth, mouth to ear
words just free, to let be, are heard!”

 

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