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                                woke up
            been wrestling for hours
                      with the velvet coup
                                that seized the rules
                      and locked away the values
            wandering the corridors
                      stained through the very walls

            this time I stood back a step
                      and noticed it
                                this time
                      I wish I didn’t breathe it at all
                      I wish I could
                                drop it
                      not live in it and
            enjoy the sky





breathing wormhole: 200310
letting go wormhole: I
managerialism wormhole: militant naïveté
sky wormhole: room 506 / Central Park
sleep wormhole: 1968
talking to myself wormhole: Have a Good Day
teaching wormhole: the class