How shall we do this?

Language is
complete
surrounding
flowers with feathers

polen is fertil
like the letter A
and
tears are dry
like the final point

I see the sky
rising
beyond my eyes
with the alphabet
in the clouds

My hope is beginning
to kick in

I feel the rush
so
I panic!

Slow, slow
please
I beg you
tormented world
speak low

Language
i have a tongue
and i am
begging you

can I

or better

Shall I

love it
or
use it?