Fear-
Of time committed
time lost
time wasted.
Where would I be if not here?
What could I do if not this?
A downpour of lists,
Falling around me like leaves
Only through conscious effort can I breathe -
Can I ground the soul
to the body.
My will,
my goals,
my passions -
a driving wind
that carries the leaves away:
all but those beneath my feet,
within my clenched fists.
MY will. MY goals. MY passions.
At the front of the room,
eighty eyes away,
She huffs and puffs
and blows them all down.
Down with questions!
Down with digressions!
Down with the mind - most sacred of possessions!
Mind not your fancies,
those insignificant inklings of thought;
You are too young
to understand
O, you are far too young indeed.
Chains of dogma -
they bind me to this chair,
make me stare
straight ahead, at words for which I do not - cannot - care.
In an entropic world,
all rice pudding is pink,
all solutions fully diffused,
all things room-temperature.
What exactly are you teaching?
Preaching normally
like it's gold
And so we become stories of old
stories retold
to warn of what happens
when souls are stripped, devalued, and sold.
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