The devil is in the details...
hungry for attention, I saw
enlightenment as a way out,
drunk with precision never fails,
entranced by my exactitude,
visions of angles was the law
in raising geometric doubt,
left alone, a precocious mind
is seen as a threat by our crude
simpleton administrators,
inside my mind, it's full of stars,
no two connections opens doors,
trapped in a prison made of bars,
holding the keys, perforce to find
enlightenment itself a game,
. demon-haunted world, I drown
enlisting angels with singed wings
to guide me through this maze I name
argument in a foreign tongue,
if I spoke the language of brown
legislators, as David slings
stones, I connect stars with doors flung...
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