The shape of the child's mind is
Nonisomorphic with the spherical speculations concerning genius
It's not my job to outshine this
Susurrus of silence like the sound of sunshine
Come on in the aquascooter
Come on and sing me Bach
A minor seventh with your head underwater
Greener pastures
Faster hogs
My familiarity with ballads shrieks fraud
The swords of a million faithful gleamed
As they trotted 'cross the rainbow bridge
The bittersweet violence of the sound
Of A-minor minor minor minor minor in summer
We'll eat the old geraniums and rapidfire daisies
The blue hosta buds and the buds of the tradescantia
My opinions are irrelevant
My words are but songs
Conversely
The lambent apperception I possess
Blooms like a desiccated sunflower
But laughs in all directions
I'm consistent in my sense of wonder
Lyrically rigorous enough to sound like nonsense
The swords of a million faithful enraptured
As the rain fell and watered the heliotropiums
The bits of flesh tinting the surface of the sand
And the silt of feet gloves littered on the floor