I once read that words, When arranged in the right way, Have the ability To affect us physically And emotionally.

Sometimes my words are unsure, Skeptical, reliably uninformed, And absurd, existential, Verbal masturbation. But sometimes they have posture, Full of postulates and honesty, True to reason and they even Stand alone to test My skeptic mind, Without excusing That they once Stood directly where all lies And the death of expertise Align.

I shall select the verbal seeds Of good intention. Focus the effects Of slow, deep breath words, Like when a loved one Whispers the assurance That in that moment You are perfect And of course Your inner skeptic Slowly learns.