The Literate Fool..

Memorizing the symbols,
Acquainting the hand and sight,
He learnt the letters,
Each conquest bringing delight.

I, you, we, were then his,
As he turned to the groups;
The sounds falling in line,
At the end of several loops.

Forming that first sentence
In an oddly mixed tense,
The teacher's rap - an inheritance
- setting in the fear of the lens.

Imbibing the words for the words,
And the feel they do mean,
Unlike the chirping birds,
His diction dictating his scene.

The cue blurring into his view,
The response void of all caprice;
Emotions determined by the hue,
Actions originating in the keys.