Feelings

Feelings are lizards less tongue-tied
And they stick out tongues in open.

In a wilderness we are tongue-open.
Words fly in the wilderness at a sky,

That hangs precariously on all of us.
Back in homes, we are tongue-tied

In holes of space, unlike the lizards
Under a precariously hanging sky.

In a wilderness we stick out words
To catch our meanings at random.

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