Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose-like poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose-like poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Renascence Theorem

Brilliance here I cannot write, 
because [we pause] ... I'm not that bright, 
but brilliant thoughts are present, right 
here, where there is a brilliant light 
that shines divinely, like a bright white 
star. They are your thoughts, and I might 
shout 
about them from some great height, 
or write a rhyme worthy of your cite,
because [...] I’m not that bright.

I write as an experiment,
just wondering where care is sent
when someone cares enough to cast
their cares away like this, the last

and final time a rhyme I write
will grace this space amidst these bright
and shining faces, Noms du plum,
wits with promise in this room,

this group, this troupe of bon vivants
and ne'er do wells, who spell their taunts
and praise to raise the banner high
for those who'd write, or even try

to say something; use care-filled words
to make their sounds profoundly heard;
who'd pass along their songs and thought
to where such songs and thoughts are sought.

I'm running out of time and space,
so carefully I leave this place
to you who would continue on 
with words, after mine are long gone.


I have this theory. It's not actually my theory. 
Group theory, and the classification of finite 
simple groups, is the result of a group effort, 
but I can use it whenever I want just like it's 
my own theory, which is why I said I have this 
theory. It could just as well be your theory too. 



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