Has life ever clenched you by the chest
and forced you to see the rest
of the details?
Has a moment ever summed up your
whole Existence? If you were put
on the spot and the Giant Ear of the World
was listening,
could you speak smooth
like butter?
Or would you shutter
at the responsibility
and babble,
dabble,
rabble,
and stutter,
...and not know what to utter?
Is the Blood in your Heart
and the Mist on your Soul
worth
pouring out over the Earth
from South to North Pole?
Or, is it only worthy
of being spilled
in some gutter?
-June 18th,2012-
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