talking

On blustered speech I sail savage and warm
Into territories taken already by millions.
Air floats with billowed words heaving soft.

And all repetition and faith and believing
Is proclaimed bold and saucy: unsurprising. How
many centuries can it take to establish a truth?

Well now maybe none. Maybe these hot expulsions
Of sound and clutching mentality are just sounds
And untangible thoughts. Untrue