Blank Verse On A Blackboard

School children leaning over the flat world of their desks, symbolize tomorrow. How will the chin lift, the back straighten, the eyes focus in time to come around in time for the circle’s revolution from straight line into that ongoing entity of spin and spin? We sat still once to become conversant in the past’s apparent presence in pyramids, ancient cultures, and Babel’s complex structure – tortuous and convoluted, like fault lines in the earth where quakes occur below a city built to outlast blasts of when. Oh, who knows what we learn from turning pages – poured over,...

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