Spewing emotions strike keyboards
Blatantly, so much for a pause or
Tactful meanings implicitly conjured
By hearty aberrations; a sigh from the
blouse, a shrill from the tired denims;
they leak the truth: they leak about you
and what you’ve done during your
explicitly banal day—they are what
Thomas drank when he spilled his doubts
Upon the Son: One, two, three
Are numbers forged unwillingly by the
stubborn unbelievers; No, this shall not
pass; we cannot relegate, I cannot
delegate and spurn diction so
incandescent (I copied from Lincoln);
so taut and pomp and infallibly cool.
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