Brevity, like gravity, is:  Pulling us down.

Adhesive words slow and few,

Are lumbering like moving molasses,

And sticking us to this place, this time.


Shy, timid and nervous like children

Forced to say tried and coached things

When we should be:

Bold, coarse and confident. Like adults


Those adults


Who say what they feel on a whim

Long and rambling; spilling


In an effort to save us.

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