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
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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
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