My name is Dougie, but more importantly, I'm a poet. Well, that's the shortened version. I'm a prophet of reversion. My last name is Pearson, so carefully listen. It was written, never fiction, a melody's depiction of my description. It's not religion, I bridge clarity and rhythm. You're my parody if my parody was an affliction. My rarity is wisdom. Essentially, I'm a musician that's in an audition for the part of the instrument that's not precision. My middle name is Dale, like a symbol they'll unveil the holy grail. My name is never frail, mostly it's compared to Moses. Promised darkness and kept it, smartest artist and in-depth, modest poet, never wept. Tears eroded beforehand, page unfolding with freehand. Verses molded, words are worthless unless I wrote it. Nonetheless, I must confess that I possess every melody that I suppress. Here's the recipe for success. Again, last name is Pearson. In conclusion, I'm apparently confusing, but I have successfully proven my...