Communicate

I swear by all vortex of the gods,
I have savored three vowels
the same color of i
to say what MY mind interferes.
This is a broken integer of the tongue
in spilled skies.
only those with fern hearts can be its ground
something to reflect on.
coincidental block of language.
no fractures to heal a broken stem.
Say it and mean eat
point to the son and see the sun.
speak into things unsaid
unheard like Wisent in a bowl
like a sea in a tray
or a fish with the color grey;
a clay-fish:
in the tongue of a man from the East
who visited a child with cold gold
if you want to speak, teach when you lace your tongue.

Ruddapoet