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Enter my transcendental vision of Neolithic existentialism/of my innate wisdom prudent provisions of a caste system/parsimonious lyricism-reciting a poem in the catacombs of northeastern Rome over the ohm of an metronome from the mental vicinity with in that of the phrenology of my dome/intermittently the vocal myriad----rhymes so serious----i perplex in a manner wittingly of a stanza---85% operate on what they hear and NOT what they read-wouldn't that make the 17 mill living on planet earth functionally illiterate?