• Don't talk to me about semantics unfelt...
    About leaning wishful hopeful longing
    Tasteless, windy semantics.
    Waste not your precious breath
    On borrowed phrases,
    Stock-jarred ramblings...
    Like a witless man reciting
    Shakespearean sonnets
    To a desperate woman,
    Ignorant of true purpose.

    Rather, instead,
    Recite to me the verb;
    Not in word alone.
    Recite to me the word
    That clings when nothing clings,
    That gives when there is none left given.
    Recite to me, with purpose, the verb;
    Not in word alone.
    Be not ignorant;
    Be not deceived;
    For when where truth stands,
    It needs no crutch.