I wrote a rhyme about the tendency to speak out loud any manner of the floating bits of inner commentary that baseline attend to nonsense , to censor the insistent call succinctly declaring truths of spirit and soul. Crystal clear in formation, rhythms composed of speech, languishing bereft of audial heft. I’m sure I’m not the only one, neglecting to utter matters.
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You are artsy AF. beautiful!
I’m finding it irresistible to reply: you are! And thanks🙂