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My life is an ellipsis...

I can't make a complete statement, pose a reasonable question, or even serve my sentence. For those, you need verbs. I lack verbs.

Verbs are action words. Without them, a clause is just a phrase; living in phrases is just passing through phases. Empty phases of trendy phrases.

I was asked to tell the truth once, but I couldn't pledge one way or another, for tell and lie are action words. Instead, I dangled modifiers and misplaced adverbs, to imply either fabrication or something vaguely true.

I was asked to put myself second, but I couldn't step behind myself, for step is an action verb, just like sacrifice, endure, and suffer, for anthing or anyone else but myself.

I was asked to defend someone, someone unjustly blamed and punished. I couldn't step up; footwork requires action words. Instead, I danced around issues, side-stepped, evaded; excused myself. And all without verbs; catatonic in abscence seizures.

I was expected to sow what I reaped, but sow is an action word. It is also a noun, and while pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered. Not me! I receive and I'm on the take; I sleep when I should awake. I profit at others' expense.

I was called upon to serve once, but serve is an action word. I eschew intransitives, just being, a gerund without an errand. An appositive who's a negative. A negative without polarity; a pole without true north.

I fell in love once, but I couldn't commit; commit is an action word. Instead, I rambled on, in phrases; in phases. Yet, such verbiage is periodic, because phases end with a final stop, just like phrases.

Who needs action? Not me. A dictionary with a million words doesn't contain a complete setence; a thesaurus, a million alternatives, but nothing definitive.

Describe me adjectivally; modify me, diagram me, put me into calligraphy. Dress me in fonts, beyond margins.

Just don't define me.

I am indescribable, ineffable, and incomplete; stuttering, always ending high-pitched, as if in question; and trailing off in profitless expenditures of nonsense... me... I read pleasant, but have nothing to say...

I live on... asyntactically...