Glossolalia

I am a stranger Lurking alone in my own Vicious wilderness While the meat in my chest Squeezes and teases A hulking hunger Groping in motion Balance is but A shimmering notion And lurching compelled My soul in its special hell Of wet mortal limits Perpetually thirsting But I bask in a beautiful Byproduct From twisting torque Of dichotomy What my eyes do see In this spilling Dead wicked desert It dances, born of babble Is now raison d'etre for the rabble I sing my soul with tongue A sword in the sunlight Thrashing and flashing Glossolalia