Sound we make with any thoughtful statement

Is profound in its state of reaction

When we clarify a moment’s reason

Can we then imagine our tone’s lament?

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Are we going to speak our solitude?

Brief, direct, self-imposing quiet truths

Kind ones might accuse of being uncouth

Naked eye, wracked by public attitude

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Remember, language becomes chaotic

Spilling whines across acrylic tables

Best that notions remain rapid fables

Folk tales only drawn by sad eyes cryptic

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In their need to describe human nature

Words defiant define nomenclature