Contortion of the silence

to disregard

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