This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can—lest the song get out of hand. Nobody loves a genius child. Can you love an eagle, tame or wild? Wild or tame, can you love a monster, of frightening name? Nobody loves a genius child. Free [sic] him and let his soul run wild.

words by Olivier Huband
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2013

sofiae:

Milo Lockett. on Flickr.
Milo Lockett.

sofiae:

Milo Lockett. on Flickr.

Milo Lockett.