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In Tongues


by Samuel Derrick Rosen


Even as I move
Towards some form of true reprieve
I can't make head nor tail of you
Except when you speak in tongues
 
In the dark progressive hills
In the fields that freedom chills
In the house Democracy built
You will find a hint of guilt
 
Through what every judge believes
Our eternity unweaves
From the chamber where truth lies
There will come a new reprise
 
It is clearly mathematic
And god forbid defined
It is all coincidental
In Destiny's splendid mind
 
But here you are again
With all you must retrieve
I can't make head nor tail of you
Except when you speak in tongues
 
Once I was a horseman pining for his horse
Once I was a gardener in a garden of remorse
Once you were a game only kings could play
Once you were a goddess with a penchant for the clay
 
It is by despair of numbers
And offers but declined
It is all coincidental
In Destiny's splendid mind
 
Even as I move
In the eyes of those naive
I can't make head nor tail of you
Except when you speak in tongues


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