platotectonics

The slaver’s cave is a hole in our bite
             (imagine invaginating a gastrulation)
that bodies a passage, a passing through
             (confound logic a composition)
all that abject shit, running on sand and stone,
             (reject the best ideas left unsaid rightly)
saying whereof we cannot speak with our tut-tutting teeth
             )mumble swallow cough(.

The rock of the cave wall, remember,
is the flesh of our mouths.
The tongue knows.

Representing a 'note' on substack. And where version one is also crossposted.