Hollow Mouth

Chords of Tongue in its echo chamber
against the sound of
stutters of
corded layers, lisped and scripted

in the thin film of the air, the
tone of - perhaps for a moment consider -
the beating of breath, almost too faint
almost a shimmer of substance a
monofilament of sensation slipping
this perhaps hollows the mouth further
and

entrapped exclamant. Cold in filters too
swift to follow swifts tumble in the overspace
in cathedral, in a vault of breath and
back, turned