I feel like a mildly hopped up snake oil salesman,
a roadside vaudevillian whose vim and vigor stems from 
the knowledge that you can't stop the flow of words, 
the spell has to be smooth and unbroken,
otherwise the cracks in the truth start to snap for attention,
and when you start writing things like that down, 
it's clear that not everything is the way it is supposed to be.