How To Sit With Idiots And Listen. Comments

Here is another lining without what we call chsma'' between the verses. you just don't know how i suffer, it is like jest, on the other side, that cannot be measured, felt, and savored and in a moment gone, like a winged shadow, fleeting, hovering upon a figment twig, a fragment of gossamer thoughts, a dragon, paper, a scissor hand, a god dog on the wall, behind a blanket authority, yet, allow me to say that you are the cause of this suffering, how to sit with idiots and listen, hard rock on my head, a sword above me, and i am blankly stubborn

Jest and company of idiots! Interesting combination and comparison. Enjoyed the poem even though my understanding may not be correct but felt its touch. Thanks for sharing.