Tis bare genius, to think
a freedom to be found, and free;
that a snake could shed his scaly skin
no more a snake to be.
But no logic have men for things
that make neither sense nor mind
instead they live a perfect order
ignoring the impossibility
Of fingers curling round coffee cups
or planets making perfect course;
Of water cycling from sky to earth
or women giving children birth.
Instead, all is kept well sorted through
for “geniuses” to see.
Such order; such order is not for me
I shall keep bare the trust I have
and live, simply
letting a greater genius than the man I am
guide the way I think.
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