*These words are all for you, You've waited so long,...silently baiting.

These words wore dirty crowns, dressed up as clowns...the thing you made them.

*I listen to a soul's content nder fire. I stand seared by the hot coals that fall tacitly in this space between words and what's unspoken. The space between what's inferred, and what's understood.

I listen to a soul's content under fire. My cup is awkward, but I like it. Rich coffee swirls around my pauper cup. With each sip, I'm rewarded with satisfaction.