Over

The children have been assigned the task of measuring the depths of several objects. I personally find this appalling. A shovel to the head in order to achieve mathematical competence.
As my child raises it's hand and exclaims it's knowledge of a depth's boundaries,
you create a blindside to its place in rhetoric, it's esoteric expanse over volumes and volumes of mass.
As you wield intellect over a crass class of questioning,
you bludgeon perception to perfection over
and over.
Whether that water is one cup or four does not matter.
It does not matter if it is a litre or a hundred,
as you fill and fill that cup because it will not be full
until
there is no wrong answer
because the question has expanded.
There is depth in children.
I am Over,

depth.