Some words deserve the vowels they get;
As if each syllable were a preposition
Acting consonant toward phonetics
Themes are like postures
Falling toward their tragedy, comedy, love
Perhaps genre was the meaning
Of life and time and space
While the above feels like 
A sketch without a trace

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