the art of the intellect
has lost the beauty of discovery
oldness is newness is rightness is whiteness
passion is out of fashion
replaced by a uniform of fascion
one foot in and one foot out
I try to bring modernity to the learned
under the supervision of teachers, rather preachers
of an old way of life that never was
except in their dreams
where art is high and bright
given pale pallor
intellect is select
I am lucky here only fearing
a back track