bringing to bear

It seems appropriate that the gallery chuckled. Amidst a confrontation, the hard hearts in observation work through their own hesitation to speak. Whether they be sampling a strain in affection or a plain chord split within anger in themselves, they want not to cripple their tongues, but be limp at will, be held and still, and dynamic so that our option to rest persists. All while he shuns, i spin, and cry out to the gallery to take arms against me for him, the poor soul. I poorer still.