12-29-2017, 06:03 AM
It took me many reads to accept "implosion" in the position it's in. I kept thinking the first 4 lines were the implosion, so how is it the only hope? It finally fits together for me, I knew it had to be my own block. 
We have a saying about kids in my family: "We don't need no stinkin' geniuses." It's rare, IME, to find a happy one.
We have a saying about kids in my family: "We don't need no stinkin' geniuses." It's rare, IME, to find a happy one.
(12-27-2017, 09:04 AM)Tiger the Lion Wrote: Listen, Clever Clogs
This is what happens
when genius forgets itself;
when unrepentant clever
forsakes and is forsaken.
It's cold outside.
The only hope
is in implosion-
a Hail Mary
by any name.
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