I am talking to myself online.
        Again.
Typing short, pert messages -
friend being inescapably busy
at the other end
of my communique.

                                                Corollary of a lifetime spent doing so -
                                                talking in my head - comforting, congratulating, cautioning.

Ah, but these
these small rondel* opportunities
are dear to me
being categorically the first opportunity
I have ever been given 
                                      to 'speak'
unfettered, completely unconstrained by the necessity to not seem
conceited
too quick brown fox in my linguistic leap-
        -ing.

                                                Corollary of a lifetime spent being
                                                condemned, criticized, chastised,
                                                roman-catholic-chorused into sinking deep within
myself
the only genuine sanctuary, Esmeralda-esque
where Quasimodo
        and I
can ring the bells to our hearts' content.

*rondel = A mouth-blown piece of glass that has been spun into a circular shape, often irregular. Sometimes incorporated into leaded glass artworks.

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