do they know of the uproar,
the unrest,
the tirelessly shifting waves
of wind against the window?
So harsh, all through the day,
but it is a severity I can feel safe by,
watching the gusts and hearing the voices
while, in this alcove, everything is still.

if I am being honest with myself for a moment,
all I want is to kiss you now.
I was too afraid to know it.

Distance has made me look back

the hierarchy of learning is in the institutions
that rob you of your money and then spit you
out into the world, shaking.

Learning is a form of art, I think,
yet it has lost its lustre.

Curiosity is no killer,
but the cruelty of what "education" has become, is.

Born and die we are,
No one is superior or inferior.
Equal in the end.

the gambolling young
in green fields of fun
the vigour of Spring