That Will Or Can Replicate The Doing Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
No scholars you determine...
And selected to roam the halls of ivy.
May be ill equipped,
To handle common sense.

Leather bound books,
May encase what you feel is brilliant
Based upon what you declare...
Reflects an exclusive experience.
To be then induced and reproduced.
To recreate your version...
Of majestic mountains,
And the air we breathe allowed by trees.

This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
Nor is 'that' which has made this possible.

And there is nothing you can research and document...
That will or can replicate the doing.
The only choices you can make...
Is to steal and pretend,
You are the beginning of it all.
But your presence when that ends...
Does not 'end' the presence of what is witnessed.

This may be traumatic.
But you...
Having nothing to do with it.
You just represent the effects.
That's all!
Unless you're convinced...
Your head can damage or break a brick wall?