I am filled my middle expanding out not like a balloon but filled just the same decorated as I am with words of empty meaning bedecked by your skills at masking reality my core my heart my gut my body covered as if you think that is all it would take beware be aware be wary words rise empty from the likes of your lips but in others break free crying out to the world who is listening keenly listening for the call of the voice so longed for in the night of our day
runon: waist of words
