If only I could concentrate
on grasping shapes of proper size;
utilizing them in congress
with the tolerance of my spine,
and brandishing their great, dead weight
as irons that makes you stupid,
or sublime and far beyond wise,
dependent on constitution
or things we've yet to realize.
No, stupid or sublime and far
No, stupid or sublime and far beyond wise just about covers it. Things unrealized are a rather small list - this poem was one of the perfection oriented ilk. Thanks for a late night read that pleased ~~Lady A~~