This Is It : Spoken Word Poem
Am no longer that kid,that bro,
No longer that pro,whom you expect to blow,No longer that man in the mirror,
I rife with symbolism,
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.