however to not make it human,
if not by stressing
awkward punctuation?
            best to ascribe practising
the best of man,
  by first prescribing
       perfecting an imperfection
of tongue...
         i hate these moments,
when you write in order to provide
a maxim...
                   yet there's still
something authentic about playing
with punctuation, notably
applying diacritical marks...
            there really is an authenticity
concerning minding this
     law of the written tongue -
probably barely a scratch of the surface...
but it's the sort of pedantry that
rubs shoulders with aristocratic
etiquette...
                   the difference between
a centimetre and a kilometre was always
going to be, a grain of sand;
which is why moral relativism
is abhorrent -
and why relativism per se / with the aid
of physics, is, just... really bad poetry.