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      Catharsis
      by
      Miko
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

                              
                    Take to this makeshift podium now and clear your throat,
                   clear all obstruction from your gut, until you regurgitate
                                 the first sound your ever made.
      
                          In this moment verify all of your lies, admit
                   every detail of fact, spare none, make a case for yourself
                 though you see such words as hands pressed against your throat
                      forget the Fifth Amendment, sustain your objections,
                          forget the time the priest told your mother.
      
                            Confess your truths, preach your beliefs,
                                  let them pass from your womb
                     painfully into the world, then cut the umbilical cord.
      
                              Trumpet every decibel of your noise,
                                   from explosive to creaking
                       from the screeches that made others plug their ears
                 to the murmurs of the heart, heard before only with stethoscope
      
                            Articulate, dictate, elaborate, obfuscate
                             enunciate every word in your vocabulary
                             until your breath is tattered by words
                        until your throat becomes a desiccated mine shaft
                        and the gold is gone, and all other useable ore.
      
                                    At that moment abandon it
                      bang planks of wood and rusty nails into the opening -
                                       abandon your voice.
      
                            You will be left with your eyes and ears.
                                      They should suffice.
      
                                            Moreover
      
                                            this love
                                    needs them unencumbered.
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

      
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