Poetry: Conversation

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We all seem to be human, capable

Of rational thought and emotional

Expression, yet we pass slow, dreary days

Wasting the last vestiges of spirit

With our brains on standby and emotions

Filed as inappropriate behavior.

As the cliché drone softens to something

Less than irritating, my heart wanders

To timeless moments when we calmed bodies

With cigarettes and caffeine and spent hours

Exploring possibilities, playing

With language, laughing at the amazing

Combinations of logic and passion

Born in the whirlwind of conversation.

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