He called the youth a positive word.

Reading and living
Ontologically under-simulates his senses. The youth’s.
He should be furious w/ the world w/ dogfood boxes, be
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
On-second-thoughts to earnest alignment as his sure timing slips
Under the prowess of floating discourse unquietly
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”