It would not be for want of words 
that I regret but my reckless superfluidity 
I pour them out in mindless torrents
betraying their trust and blemishing their purity--

hushed,&nbsp;&nbsp;silent, solemn, reverential
I should learn to be in this my journey
perchance the Grand Council of Words some day
would grant me a second chance to write poetry.

dr-peter-lim

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Jun 6, 2026

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kdellefemine

Not to reiterate your point, but I thought "blemishing their purity" was the end of the poem.  The rest felt like the start of another poem.