For RA and Lyz

Music cre­ates or­der out of chaos:
for rhythm im­pos­es una­nim­i­ty up­on the di­ver­gent,
melody im­pos­es con­ti­nu­ity up­on the dis­joint­ed,
and har­mony im­pos­es com­pat­i­bil­i­ty up­on the in­con­gru­ous.
 — Yehudi Menuhin

we writhe with words a space
within each letter, between each word
a kern to
our ken, an inpouring an
imploding, our voices warp 
and weft of moebius
meaning, a chattered orbit
in which even interstitials 
cave in
our flood-filled mouths

we sink 
together, a tidal
pooling, taste of your
voice in my 
throat, a blood
and salt amalgam, we eat
     of our speech, we 
     swallow our shared 
     tongues, speak
     the same 
     voice, 
walk backwards
into our future

something like
prophecy

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