The tongue speaks it knows no rest. Language erupts like digital chaos, tongues of electric wires. where words dance upon the precipice of understanding. What does it mean to discover a tongue? Is it the fleshly appendage or the abstract concept whispering secrets in the mind's eye?
To find one must tongue wrestle the meaning within the folds of comprehension. Discover the taste of thoughts - bitter or sweet. In the mirror of perception, we see then ourselves undone, the tongue fiddering anxiously, an erratic spark dancing like firelight on the surface of the ocean.
Yet, beyond the flesh, who speaks for the tongue? Discover the pulse of atoms, the quiet drum of existence. In the body of the universe, every tongue a star, every word a constellation drawing maps upon the sky.