My words
are only a temporary surcease
of these:
comprehension,
intention,
plausibility;
a reprieve
from that dreadful sense you get
from those things
that make it.
A stay
of
elocution,
a finding of uncertainty
beyond unreasonable doubt, and
that certain feeling
of having been all too easy
to please,
thank,
and welcome.
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