Phrases on the threshold of an audience,
buoying between friends and foes.
A gentle glide into subtle honesty,
no backhanded compliments,
nothing complimentary today.
Punctuated silences broken
by the churning of brains.
Mulling over the statements,
honing in on what needs clarification.
An essay stacked with truths and no citations,
can you cite the heart
or better yet the guts
or even so a conscience?
Etched into the current state of living
with a new backbone, unveiling a relic of possibilities.
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