towers of babel

sometimes my tongue collapses in on itself
& all i can say is "i'm sorry." language for me
is the bird that breaks against window.
often i open my mouth & find a ziggurat.
the gods do not speak at all. i am trying
to cradle my own babylon. watching those other worlds
in lake water. i stand on ceilings to try to tell 
a truth. prophets burried up to their elbows.
i am not the words that read me & yet often
a single word will be all i can think for a whole year. 
i can't tell you what it is now. that would kill the magick. 
instead i will show you the tower. 

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