Words in the Mouth - Stream of Consciousness

spewing forth
the angles
of the sounds
sharp and pointed
poignant and short

the name was not given
a secret witness
who whispered the noises
the sound that formed
the empire

the slopes
on the mountain
steep, yet shallow
deviant and deviating
missing the sight
a wonderful image

all that was
was never released
the permission given
to call in
and check the sources
of the language

alphabetical
foreign and familiar
all at once
an inability
to handle
the truth