There will be times when you’re not enthralled
with your own voice - times when the thrill of it
all blithers into tonelessness; and when you’d
rather be a towel stirred by the breeze instead
of a brazened reason for dissent you’re on the
way to understanding. Yet it isn’t revelation - a
far cry from the blistering insight, disclosure or
affright at finding you’re not a public treasure
other side, being mortified it isn’t what you’d a
conviction you’d be for sure - and there desire
palls to a pure but tuneless whimper, which is
a simple test of whether this strength is better
attested in the noble guise of humbleness
© 26 February 2014, I. D. Carswell
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