Contortion of the silence
makes placebo worries fallacy minor times
then staccato will wreck me / us all
and YOU, friend
What have you say in this part of the Earth?
What doing here, being here, breathing here
Berating your daughter for wearing blue ribbon
Not holding the mug long enough
Sawing the log in thirds
I could rattle off these unique visualizations
But the point is you do or don’t belong here
So go ahead and choose which it is?
Nary an experiment, wanderer
Tell me tall tales