Imprimatur

The primer then, proudly

Is the bell jar gladly

Of the rythym belonging

to life

 

Vaunted still, sadly

Words bounce off madly

Echoed through the chambers

of heart

 

Very few, hardly

Are my extraordinary

Mental contemplations

of thought.

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