It is a choreography of my experience.
Nothing is more intimately intertwined with my reality.
It permeates my deepest thoughts.
It structures them.
As I enter its realm, it dictates how
My mouth moves to create every single utterance,
brimming with bottomless depths of meaning.
I don't speak it, it speaks me.
Every moment is rhetoric is motion.
A reality waiting to be read.
All aspects of the world are texts
Waiting to be read.
I am at your mercy, a tool.
Speak me.....
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