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Expression
The dilemma is one of expression. My expression, my cough, speaks for me. What I want to express is very little. I must express it over and over again. My cough, my expression, speaks for me. A little blot of phlegm in the mind. I must express it over and over again. When my cough is productive, it shakes a little blot of phlegm from my mind, an idea from the back of the throat. When it is unproductive, it wakes me, a compulsion without the clarity of compulsion, an idea in the back of the throat. My dilemma is expression without clarity, compulsory to me as my cough. What I want to express is very little.