It seems easy for me to put my foot in my mouth
and carry it around, while dancing my point
up and down the streets of argumentative debate.
Its unfortunate that these strong words flow
like melted jello, easily over tongue and through teeth,
when cruelty is not the point I want to mean.
There is no simple empathy in unpracticed speech.
But, if thought is not brought into words, then no longer
can it hang frozen in air or run hurtfully free.
Thus, in rhythmic silence I sit: mind repressing tongue,
reflecting for this moment on what I've done, and
with growing prudence, place restraint on spoken freedom.
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