The Moment of Clarity
written by: Steven Fortune
Pardon the perplexities
entangling the truth
Verbal eccentricities
impoverished my youth
Hungry for a hearing ear
and thirsty for a voice
I grew up in league with fear
of an impending choice
Never could I quantify
the angles of a crowd
With a straight man’s alibi
my morals were endowed
My own voice my only friend
I overstepped my bounds
Threats of a licentious end
were thrown at foreign sounds
Vows of silence came and went
and all were ostracized
by a brooding wayward vent
on secrets I surmised
Secret misalignings of
reality and goals
Fluent tongues were ranked above
my words enrobed in holes
Holes of a colloquial
decay in the perceived
poesy written down for real
and of the voice relieved
To this day I’m patching gaps
of ruptures in my throat
circumventing a relapse
into a spoken bloat
Still I am inclined to gorge
on nervous dialect
Spare me if you find a forge
or dare me to correct
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