i have no hand in the cards on the table
i am trying to listen
and you are screaming
screaming in gray clouds
and bright and clean ribbons of green silk in the dirt
and tara in ink
and sons of buk
and sons of escoffier
your speech is pastiche
a language unheard for many years
in an accent i don't recognize
so i sit and smoke and mumble to myself
trying to force your syllables into some sensible pattern
trying to coax the crux of your meaning from the few words i can translate
but my work is sloppy and the meaning i infer is unintended
and you are screaming
screaming in gray clouds
and bright and clean ribbons of green silk in the dirt
and tara in ink
and sons of buk
and sons of escoffier
your speech is pastiche
a language unheard for many years
in an accent i don't recognize
so i sit and smoke and mumble to myself
trying to force your syllables into some sensible pattern
trying to coax the crux of your meaning from the few words i can translate
but my work is sloppy and the meaning i infer is unintended
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