Procedure.

Loose and lossy, slipping 
down the focus
drifts, and
tightening. I know 
this shot. Just what this play's
about, but let's just share the scene 
and trade such lines there are, 
pre-written out and memorized, 
to improvise. It's called 'ad lib.' 

You taught me how. There's been 
such lessons in your eyes, and thankfully 
your lips, as well. And always just
the same. Yet always such surprise
to find they way that you improve
such cares without such pains
as others use. Your tongue 
would stick so fast, instead of

slip for all the world. You shape
such truths 
you speak to last. What's left

unspoken yet, if it
is good, I know it's kept 
for later to unfurl.