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                     I go to school
                     I am nervous but

                     I have a friend if I
                     hold his hand and

                     I care for his nerve
                     like the son he has to be

                     and step through the door
                     to do the good job and grow

                     creative and seasonal through
                     the raw-open classrooms


(actually, I don’t and I didn’t since I wrote this, and I am not all too sure that I will be able to continue much longer since I let go the hand and sniffed around for the Recognition, because … that certainly weren’t coming anytime soon




being wormhole: opening
childhood wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
creativity wormhole: organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11
doors wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
identity wormhole: b / r / e / a / t / h / i / n / g
school & work wormhole: just saying, is all IV: // lost