his tiny feet stamped the earth
in frenzy he reached up high
ti ta di ni po la gi mo...
the passion, the perseverance...
i wondered deeply
eyes wide shut
what a child sees
that is veiled from adult perception
if only i could decipher
the coded ranting that persisted still
but on and on he raged
an enraged prophet that must be heard
then i saw once again
from the vantage of my pondering
a voice that needed to be heard
a language to fill the void
i spoke with him
in language even i couldn't comprehend
and he seemed content
to banter on and on
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