THE CORROSIVENESS OF SECRETS

is so overblown 
that I can already feel the floor
eating away 

at this beginning
before it even smells 
like revelation.

The veritas obsession
drowned language and
burbled into a conversational recession:

    If I must be accurate
    I must be struck numb
    across the whole tongue.

Give me your hand.
Do not trouble
to take off your glove.