In the beginning, god made sound
an opening of the mouth
the movements of the throat without the tongue
—la langue
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Perhaps, before the split,
there was never a need for the tongue
back when meaning came from the same belly
and lied inside a single skull
Perhaps only in rupture
did we begin to cry with purpose
Two mouths, writhing for understanding
Severed and bloody,
we made noise
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