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                    why won’t you give me an environment
                                   that let’s me breathe
                                   and let’s me give
                                   what I will give
                    why won’t you see the whole of what I give
                                   before you
                                   scrutinise the detail
                    why won’t you listen to me
                                   because I can see the stems
                                   of what you say
                                   and you ain’t
                                   talking flowers


                    and why oh why do I still keep hoping
                                   that you will

                                   is it my lack and your loss
                                   or my loss and your lack

                                   but not precious

                                   either way
                                   I am crushed
                                   and you are bloated





identity wormhole: ‘I am the Riddler …’
management wormhole: tragedy
teaching wormhole: zagged
teaching craft wormhole: there is no / meritocracy