The speech will be sputtered systemically,
As if rehearsed for an indefinite amount of time—
Memorized precisely—but removed
From conscious thought by the fear arisen.
The voice may quiver incoherently, for
That is the way words have always been spoken—
And the moment will never last, no moment
Can ever last. The brevity—though poetic—
Will be dangerously benign and brisk.
Smiles will be had and tears will be shed,
Because despair has become expected,
And such an emotion has no other outlet.
The human heart will not subscribe
To rational thought, it never does…
Logic learned is easily dismissed by
The first delivery of laudation
A lust completely devouring,
An unsought feeling of forever
Being amiss.
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