genius
When we feel submissive and torn apart,
the devices of rythm comfort our heart.
Our perfect knowledge of reason and diction
bring about our sanity even of lies or fiction.
The children may struggle to understand,
racking their brains for literal the commands.
Until the experince of Poe and Yeats,
will they able to express themselves through spoken beat.
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