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Words either stick in my throat

or stumble out with no direction.

Silent invisibility prevailed

in the service of being nice

till a smoldering fire erupted

to destroy the dam of many decades.

What was a repressed simmer

is now unleashed in volcanic proportion,

violence however subtle.

Brevity of my life

asks better of me.

Oh Beloved, I must be

disciplined into integrity

for I am but a passing guest

in this world.