ALS - Поэт
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Take away the microphone. I speak *into* people.
I will be heard by those who are meant to hear—
Those who catch the faint sound of ripples
Spreading across the water. Please, a little quiet.
It is like lightly touching a bare wire:
Suddenly, you ring like a string on a thin soundboard;
You complete the circuit, becoming the conductor,
And channel pain through your tightly shut eyelids.
Yes, sincerity is fragile; anyone caught in it—
Exposed, taken red-handed—
Is instantly seized by fear.
I do not fear gossip, nor do I fear stones;
I fear failing to convey it—I fear the stumbling tongue.
To speak of sorrow, of happiness, of love...
And my exhale is longer than my inhale. Not everyone—
But *someone* else—will breathe life back into me,
Whispering: "Live!"
I speak *into* people—
Subconsciously knowing this all along.