rhetoric 

standing at the edge 

of reason and rhetoric 

I stepped into rhetoric.

wishing for my life to

glide on the wings of syllables, 

prance in the meadow of intonation,

stutter in the snow of alliteration,

and whisper a lullaby of moonlit words. 

and there 

I found my heartbeat. 

there 

on the other side of reason. 

there

where 

the melody of measure 

means more than 

the solidity of sure. 

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