Glory is a hand grenade.
Glory is a gun.
Genius!
Genius!
Genius!
Takes three breaths to say
It files no time off the shadow parade
That’s night follows night
Waiting for appointments with the sun.
Genius is nothing again nothing.
It’s a locked room and a long fall and a crushing stone.
It’s not a handshake.
It’s not a woman who comes naked wearing your blanket
to see why so early you are out of bed.
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