There’s that delay; an unofficial ruminating of waning Brain, BEGGING to wax-lyrical ALL THAT IT SHALL
Both can— take time to teach its each of EvErY task exactly why, And how
It needed to feel, Delicately irreverent and rather rarefied and RIPROARINGLY real!
He’s been BARKINGMAD bathing within his own sense of unasked for, (HI)ghly unPARDONable shame for quite some disquietening time NOW: when ALL SENSE OF hellFIRE caused him to lockTIGHT them-there aforementioned never-again-worth-mentioning mothereffing ruminations.
To build, to CrEaTe- IS to inevitABLY BECOME: a living, breathing, sentimental sensation via EACH OF EVERY warring word, which w(ill) wane, WeAkEn… and b-r-e-a-t-h-e AGAIN!!
In equal unison perhaps— t(HIS) ink-laden ammunition at the tip of his welterweight pen Awaiting his next sensuous breath
And, as for those words dug-out from deeply beneath All Of This?
Yes, they’ve surely been instantaneously-both-surreptitiously SUGARCOATED of their own dastard accord
Except… NOT A WORD!!! but for… …
The smile that begs (itself) to stay awhile
