GeniusA Poem by EmilyThe genius is always searching with a confused mind obssessed with figure it outs and ins He has no ability left to assume only to see, hear, feel, touch touching is different than feeling feeling is different than emotion emotion is smelling The physical is (a) present now The passed is the future not the future the past or this would be failure To thrive - apathy Death! The death of men Is ignorance is ignoring in men who have never had the fever of a madman © 2012 Emily |
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