he sounds angry when he speaks
but then you realize that it’s his enthusiasm
his round glasses magnifying his confident eyes
black suit and tie slightly tight
he’s come because the candles on the table
burned too perfectly
no flicker
no draft
his hands wave around conducting
talks about the breath of life
how everything breathes -------even trees rocks houses
and then he stops and breathes himself and lets you
take in the whirlwind of his righteous anger/zest
his rules
his way
always
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