Have I completely lost my senses writing for the consensus of what editors (or perhaps, would be editors) might think?! Am I really on the brink of such sedition, losing faith in the direction of mind which put my pen in hand and ran my concrete words and thoughts across the lots of paper set before me?!
Have I juxtaposed positions from Republican to Democrat just to please a timely format of rhyme brought about by old, stale seeds of needy doubt?!
I dare not answer these suspicions. I may be charged with treason; dereliction of duty to God and my country. Especially, since God Himself gifted me this hand with which to stand and fight knowing full well it was the only weapon I could use to defuse the bombs of atoms that have attacked the meager force of this racked torso.
I would just as soon let go of it were it not for the brain which sustains its rhythm. Thus, I am sorely driven to battle the demons of its habitat with mindful schemes and brilliant dreams scored on reams of recycled paper.
So, now I'll STOP this idle chapter, bring about my own raptor of thoughts and words I dare to use, given that they are mine to choose and I have naught at all to lose, save an opinion or two of another
who is equally welcome to muse.