Listen.

My brothers and sisters,

Friends and foes,

A simple request I request of You:

Listen.

 

I wish to speak not to your past,

To the You you were those years ago.

Nor do I long to speak to whom

You will be in the years to come.

 

Please, let me speak to who You are

In the moment of this moment’s breath.

I wish to speak to all your flaws,

Your triumphs, torments.  Spare no pause

 

For I will spare no pause of mine.

Here lie my flaws.  Writ here for You.

My triumphs rest deprived of care.

So sweetly sleep my torments bare.

 

Here I am.

Here You are.

A simple request I request of You:

Listen.

 

I have something to say.

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