Who can feel the beat within this easy scansion?
Hear the tones in their bones and be it, taste the flow?
I always want to touch it, see the real things
Sensing all I can to try and know
If what I think is living isn't foolish
If foolish isn't genius indisposed
Sometimes my thinking turns a little ghoulish
While the chaos in me calls to demon souls'
A certain type of person hears that calling
Not me, but I could show that one the way
To adhere to the faith and let the sky keep falling
Give the devil his due and God, the human race!
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a lovely poem, Drew Engman. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks