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Holding Back the WordsIt’s a question of integrity, reallynot to act when you want to when the need builds up to an urgency not to say it because it’s not quite right, not now, and not to say anything, really because each word builds the fence till you find that you’re fenced in and every word after that only closes in tighter cornered, you’re trapped into a destiny of doing, of saying, of admitting though there’s a proper time for even this once when I knew I couldn’t, wouldn’t act I confessed only that I was afraid and in that word, a trap, a trap I laid for myself because in response was the question ‘why?’ and caught in a corner by my own honesty I had to tell the truth but now’s not such a time while she turns colons into smiles I must be still and even though I trust myself that’s not the point it’s not a matter of how good I am or else integrity would be only for the weak and virtue for the bad and words would lose their power (C) 10/8/94 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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