Reticence

Sidelong glances through windowpanes. The glare of austere fluorescents
Against the glass. Blinding the enclosed, while you stand overlooking
An interrogation room. Concealed, converging but never
Intersecting with reality. You linger there, do you dare
To challenge the stands? Do you dare to approach the microphone, to
Bridge the gap, the gorge that isolates your sinuous web of thoughts?

Do you dare to speak your mind?
Or, Do you dare speak at all?

Silence