repeat it assiduously
exercising every syllable
with light heart and grateful head
still afflicted
just enough
this day's not done talking
this story's not done grieving
this color-enhanced violence
is taking it's time feeding
stick it out
stay the course
we're just small-time dealers
of patience and restraint
contextual mediocrity
avoiding really big mistakes
it's just a myth
you want more
we're not searching for validity
that's only a charade
you take all of my offerings
i barely see your face
maybe there is more to this
maybe i'm just sick in the head
