Set forth the naked thought in dance
Upon the page it flows in pools
Rhythmic flight by gentle breeze
The romantic passion contains no fool

Unjust become the fallen slain
Linguistic crusades lay flesh to ash
Flesh to ash by brandished pen
Unsheathed the pen be still no more

Let not inkbottle entrapment haste
Lay no words to rest in mind
Uncaged the raptured soliloquy sings
Set forth the naked thought in dance


-J.G.Smith (03/26/06)