The pathetic sun
Crawls out from its eastern shift
Leaving magellan to die
And dardanelles at last
For the kept who sweat dreams
They may swim or sail from soon
Then reality shores- “ daylight”
The cool pale night claws

Old men twenty years nearing death
Oh, but the fish are biting today
But you my son in your school heart will be happier
You need only read the psalms of solomon to know we are
Sadder than wise
And our eyes are liable to all they are open to
So’ tear your heart from the window
Your teacher living talks to you now
Our teachers are ghost, phantoms
Heart is intent, soul is ego

Who must have known hard shoes are needed for a hard journey
Our design is a continuous one
For the children of our creation
Who are so demanding of attention

“until i know why i’ve chosen this path, so rugged,
Brutalizing my confidence, weakening muscles in the
Pretence as if to strengthen my spirit. but why, i ask as i
Scavenge, scorning pride, impoverished belittled in flesh, to
Preserve thoughts with what mind is left. because the
Children of my creation are so demanding of attention.”