Constantly driven by curiosity and his ethicality, his brain would rattle off - unforeseen
And the percussive sounds not only trigger the intellectuals; the constant short snaps triggers also poet laureates and the simpletons
From letters to words, words to sentences
Each verse, each stanza and each paragraph of his insights are coherently pronounced
Be it stories from the great depression
A shadow of a perfect stranger
Or the murmurs of his paramour
To wallstreet reports
And misrepresented world issues
Often I wonder how deep his thoughts is
And how much deeper can he go
To reach my depth
And of others whom he has yet to penetrate
Of things, even of the darkness within himself
And his own wilderness
-PRK-
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