Your tongue may be able
To pronounce my name
But your mind will never be able
To pronounce my soul
They say I have a pronounced
Case of autism
But I pronounce them
Clumsy and inexpert
With their minds
Struggling to pronounce
What their hearts
Can’t perceive
I pronounce myself equal
I pronounce myself worthy
I pronounce myself real
I pronounce myself deep
I pronounce the word marona
And marona pronounces me back
It pronounces me through redwood sorrel
Through mist and through rain in the soil
The spiderlings pronounce themselves
Alive and well
Flying through the air
On their threads of silk
They fly over me
They fly over the redwood soil
They fly over the mushrooms
They fly over everything
I burrow deep into the soil
Snug and comfortable
And perfectly content
To be unpronounceable
The world uses labels to understand things. Like all generalizations, they miss out on a lot of what makes things unique. =)
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