Our continuous circumlocution,
around and around we will go until silence seizes us both
and confusion refuses our surrender.
To mollify our racing anger to mollify our growing fears
would be our sole key,
but for for now we are but mere foreigners to each other's eyes.
Restraining this internal time fuse
can only be temporary.
We've been trapped in the midst of a hornets nest
pleading for this animosty to succumb to our deep-seated amity
I am pleading.