Breakdown

I speak in tongues
sometimes.
Surely at night,
in deep sleep,
but now, of late,
in broad day.
Not literally, of course,
or they’d send me to the bin.
It started with watery voices,
the makers of dream.
We argued, for sport.
But they’re no longer day blind,
and I mimic their lies.

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