The Anarchist's Breath

a poem

The human hand says more
about reality,
indeed in a classroom
understanding 'To be, or
Not to be:'
a symbol,

Their unquestionable
idea of the idea,

Reason so says,
one which is,
the criminal is a poet,
since there is no longer
any common sense,

And all propositions,
such as: I love you,
must end with the conclusion,
I love you, too,
for it to be reasonable,

Life is an idea,
when a rose, a sleepy head,
we hear the dark woods,

Thoughts, then, penned,
in a breath,
all our life's restrain in jingle,
in excitement draws out its worth.