HUSH

let me open my lips
let me dig my
mind a little
I have
words,
oh yes I do

I am standing
in the limelight,
in the dead
center of your
sight

my trembling
fingers,
my
vacillating
lingers
scorching
in this blazing heat

hushed, I am
however otherwise
my futile energy
pretends,
my
mortality

let me articulate
those syllables
those
gullible
lines

oh,
yes
I do have them. . .

though
the words are
twisted

don’t hush me
it has been quiet enough now