Words railing against railings of strictured silence
It is still a struggle to
Put through this pen-ultimate vehicle
These things that talk inside of these fore-corners
So I strip my mind of it’s lethargy and
Wear the conspiracy of thought and action
As talisman about my neck
Nestled within that hollowed movement
Throbbing gong of warning…
Telling all bearers of false news to
Stay away
For I want, this day, to speak only the truth.
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