He was blessed one lament might imagine
A gift of gab suggests notions driven.
Drawing circles upon colorful lines
by need, sacrifice, like well mannered wines.
A departure constrained, value in word
To such a degree one might cry absurd.
Painful, ridicule, delightful repose
Confusion defined response we suppose.
For when actions shouted speak now aloud
His eyes might divert intention to cloud
Judgment, scrutiny, respective concern,
Beyond values held we might now discern.
Human condition respects our release
When syntax and grammar merit our peace.
What Crosses My Mind 
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