Basically, you’re talking about absolutely nobody really seeing the work that goes on behind the scene. With the words. For me, personally, it is rather alarmingly obvious the vast difference between reading my words in your mind and reading them aloud and rather fast-paced to yourself and away from the page. Also, regarding the latter part, that unique and purposely embedded necessity for fast-paced procedure, it appears to actually only ever get to be my delivery that can hold the scope of rhythmic vision and, therefore, deliver that literary sense of relayed, relatable and rallied rhythmic speed to the people to utterly devour. It is most probably like this, to break it down somewhat. I perhaps go, to many people’s minds, from a decent enough, albeit equally bonkers and batshit writer-of-words to an extremity nuanced and, perhaps with time well-spent, invaluable poet