the glottal passageway

when the calm is stuck in the vernacular
in the glottal passageway where oxygen
meets fetid residue of syllables past

there

and when the vernacular goes
putt

there

you can build a shackle free abode visited only by germane creatures kept afloat by just the right amount of nitrogen peroxide and diglobin homoxide

the balance has to be just right otherwise the earth explodes and
your reverence for things past gives way to the glottal passageway
and you say I have seen this fetidness before and I shall confront
it as I did before but it is not the same syllable it is not the same
homoxide it is not the same earth that will sit idly by while you sing
hymns of germinal creatures kept afloat by divine amounts of sugar
and
ice.

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