If our hearing is but text

What my baby mouth calls crazy, or insane,
or whatever ignorance I learn from here,
I call voice, or heartened brain;
or enlightenment I yearn for, now:
if it does, if I do, all that,
I won’t wait centuries to ask how
I bait the kids with the stench of books,
how it really is when they grow stout.

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~ by Jeremy on April 15, 2013.

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