Down into the wilderness , one feels
Less tongue-tied as our words shake
The wild bushes as if they are lizards.

Feelings are lizards less tongue-tied
And they stick out tongues in  open.
In wilderness we are all tongue-open.

Words fly in the wilderness at a  sky,
That hangs precariously on all of us.
We and lizards feel less tongue-tied.

Back in  homes we are tongue-tied
In holes of space, unlike bush lizards
Under  a precariously hanging  sky.

In a  wilderness we stick out words
Like   bush lizard sticks out tongue
To catch   its meanings at random.