I mean to make you think along this line
before my little verse is fully sung:
Attend as you pronounce these words of mine,
to how you use and where you hold your tongue.

Is it absorbing food you shouldn’t eat?
Or is it dancing with my metric feet?
Is it another symptom that you’re stressed,
so hard against your palate, it’s impressed?

Now read me quietly, as still as air,
and sound my syllables within your mind.
Allow your tongue to nestle anywhere
it wants to be, and let the spring unwind.
Until you are becalmed and at your ease,
employ this as a mantra if you please.