concision leaves an incision

when overzealous brevity

leaves little room for levity

when constant clamor for clarity

clouds clear vision

causing caustic confusion

driving dabblers to the rafters

and drafters to derision

sewing sutures in our futures

pouring the past

from endless pitchers

making it last

with poignant pictures

that fade to flickers

as you edit out the pixels

doled down in word-sized parcels

pruning phrases with precision

harrowing every old decision

sewing sutures with our futures

weaving pleadings from our pasts

when our wells seem sorely shallow

we can replant what we left fallow

we shall cultivate our loves

we shall fortify our lives

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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