Just a Something'D - Nothing'D...

The...the the indescribable kicking of one's plausible pulse is usually described as swallowed infant-swallowed - a swallowed collectible a practicled'd particle of something. Yes or no...! Know - I know a nothing is it's...it is... something'd allowed and advertised. Stut...stutt...stuttering move my emotions forward and - yes. No! When... i feel my hands shake. I shake. I - I can't write. No! I know... Yes, the indescribable - it kicks in sometimes. Once again, I turn my head from a nothing'd, anything'd; a something'd something... when I've exhaled. I exhale. No - levilor slats never silhouette a moonbeam. Never! I feel the pulse again. I feel. I know - NO! I can't swallow. I... Miss Alice softly steps upon my chest - Mr. Carroll forgives her fancied foot work. Mona Lisa and her queenly mad hatters choreograph the finale. It segues past the nothing'd nothing of no ones nothingness... the melody merely dances - it dances - it enhances - possibly, beyond the something'd something... SOMETHING! - when I..when I... inhale. GOD! - Only when, I inhale. Maybe... Gershwin's rhapsody paints a color-blinded scalawag's eyes blue and then - everyone. No... rather everyone's... understands. Turning their heads from a nothing'd something'd - a silent song sings true. Always... always. I've exhaled - inhaled. At times... and...and... Only when... only when. No...no...no... I think of nothing - just nothing'd... maybe... I realize I'm something'd short of a no one'd - collecting crumbs from a beggar's pocket. Never never ever... dining at the simpleton's something'd round table.