Weather Machines (The)
Parts of Speech
A thousand muses blowing off your doorsHowling numen boring out your skullEveryone says you don't use itThere's famished music roaring out your lungsBut Latin roots are rolling off your tongueEveryone says you don't use itTether your thoughts to brute locutionHow many months 'til you just lose your mind? Let my speech go all to pieces
From Letras Mania