Conversation Games

A short poem

There are times when fantasy is more real than truth,

When the hollow interior of appearances disappears in facsimile

Like a movie set, it plays a role

To suspend the viewer’s disbelief.

In that moment,

When assertions are commonly assented to,

When etiquette dictates assuasion,

And content is not anchored by context,

But rather countenanced;

What we truly communicate

Beneath the spoken words—bombastic and deluded,

Beneath chinked armor—gilded and unevenly polished,

Is the bare naked sentiment of our innermost desire,

Ready-to-hand,

To be brandished instead of bracketed,

To beam a torrent of light through all the subterfuge

And take it's rightful place

As our greatest, internal guide.