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first
class / exam
conditions
put
aside all present pleasures
what
are we here for?
pen
over paper
old
world still scratching
watching
them work (so to speak)
empties
my head
their
silence, as in the lion's jaws
before
the splintering sounds
instructing,
I've heard it all before
own
drone – will
they ever listen?
I
must be the tamer
let
me suggest a few instincts for light
these
are the ones who can put off tomorrow
I
see them age before my eyes
that's
how it is to not speak for this while
the
artist's impression caps off the toxic waste dump
noon
gong
– the ceremony
where
we shoot ourselves in the foot
every
day
a
new way
this
is where the spirit's squeezed out
like
turning toothpaste into money
the
future is working for them
it's
compound interest
all
look down to another world
where
everything's at once
how
docile with awe
I
am and must be
bars
of the cage themselves are a jungle
each
of us here knows that
great
elsewhere be ours wherever we are
we'd
rather not be here today
Exams are like being in the lions jaw...such an anxious time. Great poem.xxx
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