Study

Rise forth my common friend,
to what you can't transcend. 
The intelligence of men,
the genius of just ten.


A wonder revelation,
of illusion and transportation,
recall at any moment,
the list I have, Atonement.


I don't forget I'm lost,
a child of great cost,
a mind of an intellectual,
selection of the sexual.


Sensuality reigns perpetual,
found in the complexional,
study of the intellectual,
leaves learning for the congregational. 


A church in command of social,
communications demand.
Genius ran,
in a place I tried to stand.

K.A.P.

6/8/2009