but you made me, aren’t you proud
of your integrational product nearing idiot
of nearing production line with consumption line
with equal acquisition of balance
that might somehow serve a gravitational pull
of the two with equal measure sentenced asked for?
ah i see, no, two birds with one stone.
i know... language as poetry never harvested
enough critique only more poets... the dodos
always wanted extermination... don't ask me
why the pigeon survived...
i say herr... mein herr... das ist schweigen?
nein... das ist denkend!
jetzt ich denken....
                 timing... does it really matter
      esp. if you can say it in the 18th century
      as if it was the 21st?
      grammatical or not, it's written
      more or less for affection... obviously
      the maxim resounds ardent:
      true virtue is unaffraid of criticism.