Chaos of Broadcasting

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
Pulled out by invisible forces
Ten thousand talkers in a land without speech
A land without breathing heart
A land without pulsing blood
Broken tongues
Wrapped in plastic
Wrapped in the chaos of broadcasting
Wrapped in hands that only learned to kill
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
Their eyes hollow
Their eyes spoke words as empty balloons
Crossing boundaries of unfaithfulness, of lies, of secrets, of broken promises

Deep down there in the pit
The snakes of ignorance crawling
The pit of hungry lions, growling
As the earth turned into another orbit
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
Their lips bloody, torn apart by roses and thorns
Their cheeks frozen in cold absence of glow
The will in their teeth dangling

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
But somewhere there in between she is
Right in between I can hear her
The cry silenced between all those numbed
The cry in her
Now, I want to reach out my arms
And lift her up
And put her again my breast
And tell her bring your heart back to your tongue
And let it flow
Let it all come out
Let it

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
Now looking up
Hearing a new sound appear
Like a baby saying her first words
The mending of that what was not even known as broken
Reaching out to other times
Reaching out to before times
And connecting to future times
Warmth and love and passion and lust and sweat
The tongues sweating now with love
Spitting out
Dancing fire tongues

Let me be there
Let me be there when this happens
Because I know it will
It cannot be any other way

Philip Brautigam
grow@beseen.media
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