It truly didn’t matter anymore – whether or not these words were to explode, or to falter away to unashamed nothingness
To have and to proudly hold onto regardless of this
He’d tried like peculiar crazy, tasted it all rather rapturously, fair flagrantly within, danced the intricate story- teller’s dance
Tamed these wistful flames
Of critical response, eyes prised to turn themselves blind and abruptly away at the drop of an over – embellished syllable or three – really can’t blame them
He continues to say precisely what he sees and that will forever get to be the bottom line