Thursday, March 17, 2016

Theory of Education

Set before their eyes beautiful things.
Let them hear beautiful music.

When gray concrete-ugly engulfs them
With landlords and the unemployment rate,

When last year’s emergencies
Are still this year’s considerations,

When the compass fails to bloom,
And there’s no pavement, road, or sign,

They will find home
In the forty-first symphony,

In the Mona Lisa’s smile.

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