Language is a frame
for pictures of disagreement
as it drifts toward accord.
It's the model
not the make
that makes a mind get mold--
living spores cannot regard
castle wisdom wise.
Brick by brick it cannot stick
asphalt to the snow.
The word is word for language arts
method's panic shame.
Look down and then do not look up
that's how falling feels.
All in all it's all in all
poetry in sum.