Dance of Words
There it is again
the flow of potty-mouthed confabulations
expose the dictionary in quick disintegration
is this the why speak in incubation
the where withall of today's conversation?
Like inundated swamp terrain
after the fall of torrential storm-tossed rains
the future looks quite mundane.
Take me back in time more enchanted
to the simplicities of children and their banter
let the dance of easy spewing be words
the innocence of childhood still heard.
The dance of words should be melodic
easily a-waltzing and sashay of logic
to discuss the encounters of every day, less spasmodic.
A terse verse
on words unrehearsed
defining us in the universe.
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