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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