for all that man possesses, and fulfills,
to claim mind,
       to claim the mind's essence that
is logic...
               ah... so few attain possession
of a heart,
         amd the apparently feeble
fragility of it, that states it should only
belong to women...
            that we are, almost as if women,
as poets...
                   but, dear,
  care to suspect the infinite subjectivity,
and the finite objectivity, of mere fact.

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disfiguring a poem, with such a p.s.:

(and that god-forsaken rubric
                     of labrador-sceptics!
    i wouldn't care to give a blind man his
lost or missing sight,
          i'd simply elevate his sense of hearing!)