The Savant screamed "Oh Dear" when they looked at
What they had learnt and saw scribbled margins
They looked in the mirror and saw frost
among dark, crazed, reclusive eyes with naught
response 'cept for what turned them on - like the
fat woman at the bus stop or Rimbaud cat calling
Or legs made of feathers, made for touching
The brilliance of the brain hadn't been
neutered
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