Some have noted that you need to speak a different language to understand my poetry. Here is a poem on that theme:
An Other: Language
He tolled it
Like it is
With respect to my write mined
You knead to know
An other
Language
To under stand
You’re poetry
Suns and knights
God daughters
Mother tongue
Rob her’s
By the dozens
Soully too fine
No less rich
Mirrorly uddering
O pun says me
In the presents of
This
Secrets cave
As life alight
Transcending a diction
