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2014, 3*, arrival, blue, experience, explanation, giving, hill, identity, looking, people, poem, reflection, retirement, school, tarmac, teaching, time, town, waking, windows
dream I
I had to get to school
from the college halls
in a town I didn’t know
or what I was doing there
I was already late
but making my way
past blue window reflections
on honeycomb tarmac
I realised I was going the
wrong way up a hill people looking
at me in my teacher’s clothes they
knew the school is not here
I am in an area I do not know
so I go back down the hill
trying to show that I know
what I am doing I can see
the whole town spread out
like a city the different areas
the school is there somewhere
and I need to get myself there
and yet woken up now I’m not so sure I do
dream II
my chance to teach
I explain everything
with little clever phrases like poems
but each time
I have to explain yet further
taking hours, not
holding them I gave of my
of my own experience but it wasn’t
theirs, they started leaving
before I could conclude
retired now I’m not sure I ever arrived
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
blue wormhole: pass and / fro
giving wormhole: six paramitas
identity wormhole: I keep / waiting to be discovered and get lost in anticipation
looking wormhole: over-pink cagoule
people wormhole: memorial
retirement wormhole: Virginia
school wormhole: step
teaching wormhole: make your rickety / constructs strong with / unbending grids / of attention and wide- / open grates of let
time wormhole: tragic and archival
windows wormhole: windows // and balconies
Futility and loss haunt even our dreams, it would seem.
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… it’s in the wallpaper
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