The Password

Where is the password to unlock a mind

sealed in infancy, deaf, dumb, and blind?

No rod is spared to undo the child;

no note is kept of where its soul is filed.

The only egress opening from within,

its path digresses through a sea of sin.

No pontiff preaches there on what to hope

—in that purview, abandonment is pope.

If password admits, it's biometric,

recognized in your fingerprint or face,

no code to learn, no application's trick,

no need to reconstruct the place—

not so much taught intelligence as luck

that spots a jewel in the ambient muck.