Speak

Speak to me in blank verse,
Without the embellishment,
Of vain rhythm,
And then we shall,
Connect with truth,
Naked in our lies,
Unveiled.
Speak to me of fallacy,
Of formless substance,
Felt unknown,
Of rhapsodies;
Unwarranted emotion,
Of unspoke arguments,
Untrue.
Speak to me of love,
And random definitions,
Specific in their effect,
And cynical in their outcome.
Of effort, of passion,
Of the sorry mixture,
Thereof.
Speak to me of anything,
But speak nonetheless,
And know that my,
Store of words,
Becomes less,
And less;
Speak.