What I Accomplished at Great Heights by Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

I’ve spent the last ten years in a tantrum
Proving to the world I know more than books
That I know more than the books that I’ve read
I can perform
I can write
I can create
Adventurous piles of unfinished business
Never again to be addressed
For how do you retrace the steps of wild fury
Without ruining the day it rued?
How can you perfect the product of excess
Without smearing its original shape all over the floor?
What’s clear is this:
Within a tantrum,
Knowledge is unnecessary
Wisdom’s incomplete
All the world is yours for the taking
A stage beneath your feet
Each bated breath
And drop of sweat
A waste
Romantic peat
Fueling flames
And laying claims
The philosopher’s dance
A cheat

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