current needs #7

I need yellow gatorade waves,

                           breaking on the lining of my mouth, 

                                               cleansing my esophagus,

like swallowing the glowing coal of the seraphim, 

                                               scalding my trachea, 

                             purifying even my vocal chords

          so that even before my words reach my lips

                                  or begin to become resonant, 

      

I might speak truthfully and say:

                             there is no wrong pipe, 

                                              just limit concepts.