Go little poem. Go sneak into each ear and vellicate the lobe with vowels that chime or blow upon the drum to make them hear, not see (tug eyelids shut) the rising climb of consonants, the echo of each rhyme. Make lips and tongue trace words that must evade. Make fingers beat to dancing feet in time with bouncing brow as syllables cascade. Then, maybe, judgment can be stalled, delayed, conventions circumvented. Quick! Outrun the hasty glance and dull the urge to grade, before they say "This simply can't be done." Go, sprite! Assure them that they needn't fear. Release their hearts. I'm lonely. Bring them near. Add a caption LINES SENT ABOVE A WORK TO BE CONSIDERED BY A READER'S THEATER Go little poem. Go sneak into each ear and vellicate the lobe with vowels that chime or blow upon the drum to make them hear, not see (tug eyelids shut) the rising climb of consonants, the echo of each rhyme. Make lips and tongue trace words that must evade. Make fingers beat to dancing feet in time with bouncing brow as syllables cascade. Then, maybe, judgment can be stalled, delayed, conventions circumvented. Quick! Outrun the hasty glance and dull the urge to grade, before they say "This simply can't be done." Go, sprite! Assure them that they needn't fear. Release their hearts. I'm lonely. Bring them near.