Between
desperation and determination of one’s confidence
The
expression of desire into the cloud of apparent ambivalence
Is
debilitating to the assertion that one is
Seeking
a mutually-beneficial dynamic in the outcome of his plea
The
over-arching tone is one of requirement and thus weakness
This
is how any person approaches another in the streets of our facial expression
To
pierce the line of internal egotistic-obsession into the drive-through lanes of
interface
One
may beseech the silence of another’s contemplative grocery lists of musts
To
add an item and who is this vagabond approaching robed in derelict fashion?
Maw
crimpled and subservient despite its lack of initial motion
The
mouth, the eyes, the flinch in the ears enter with the teetering line
Of
the poker-tell, the indication of bluff versus statistical advantage
Apparent
behind the eyes as the only physical way to see into the brain
Without
slicing scalp to inspect the neurons as what subsection is firing off
Like
a startled soldier breaking rank before the general’s order
Hold
the line, hold! hold! hold, but in such confrontations
Sometimes
the palpitation of cardiac physiology is a more veracious enemy
Than
any imposing the vision past the scope of a rifle or
The
extended tip of a tongue jostling for position amongst molars and bicuspids
For
the opportunity to address the court, knowing the jurors were previously
Selected
for their overt bias against his world-view, as if watching
The opposite spectrum of his argument on
The opposite spectrum of his argument on
Known
titled satellite semi-journalism of Fox or Viacom
Telling
what viewers have previously assured themselves of as truth
So
that he may rest soundly in his confident totality of knowledge
This is beseeching a devil-saint arbiter for a rational decision
This is beseeching a devil-saint arbiter for a rational decision
Not
of kindness or vengeance, but of logic and the placation of the whole
Rather
the any individual, even the messenger
That
these words bring forth elements innate to the universal,
But
by necessity are slathered in the awful gravy of man’s vessel
And
into this divide does every man speak
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