this throat
of cracked cane
won't convey afloat again
a flute's solo mute
this tongue
of inner drill, instead of speaking
only slowly keeps on pricking
a escape-proof pit
this mouth
of forgetful wings,
plunges in the dungeons of the wind
an echo which I can't retrieve
this speech
brewed out in bellows of clay
falls short of breathing
before having its say
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