The Secret Sits... Whispering Latency

We dance round in a ring and suppose / But the secret sits in the middle and knows.

-Robert Frost, The Secret Sits

Probably a poem in progress. Just committing thoughts into words at the moment. 

Anyway:

Whispering Latency

The day this story's told,

voice shall be lent.

A spirited youth.

Muffled.

Crippling inhibition.