Native Tongue / by Jeffrey Kinsey

Take a dream and separate it, crux by clinging crux.

Alchemize it down to raw material. What do we find?

Scrape it, grate it into basic particles of dust.

What constituents remain by which a dream’s defined?


More than cranial composites calcified inside a skull,

cerebral tissue dividends of single cells to sponge.

More refined and polished than enamel of the words deposited

upon the forking posture of our native tongues.