#100repchallenge, poetry
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#007: To Build A Tongue

This week I made a tongue out of digital ink

Fibrillating muscle crafted by equally twitchy fingertips

Fingertips that played staccato scales on non-musical keyboards

Fingertips that scratched the skin off inedible apples

Scoured juvenile journals made of trees and mystical code

To make an abode out of ethereal brain pickings.


This week the hand that held this tongue

Refreshed the pages of instant gratification

Hovered over that which is secular

And that which is sacred

Tongue asked the Hand: Where is the line and who made it?


Only time will tell if this tongue will become a tome

A north star towards home

Or perhaps just a throne made of experimental fictions

In want of a place of their own.

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