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To the class of ____, I hear them call my name as I briskly walk across the narrow stage. Encumbered in my regalia weighing me down like chains, I peer up into the blurry faces protruding a hand from ambiguous bodies. I shake rigidly looking across the stage to face a mass of opaque beings accumulating into one lump of ambiguity. I know not their names nor their lovers and dreams I dreamt alone I sat alone I cried alone I ate alone I worked alone I sighed alone. Though in the company of many, their ship had sailed and I sat in the lonely rowboat moored to their rear listening from afar to their ecstatic shrieks of glee glimpsing the glow of fire in their eyes flames like distant stars finally reaching me a dead and gone ancient memory. A diploma weighing in my hand, I exit the stage and take my seat to wait patiently then once we turn our tassels to the right we rocket into the air blissfully triumphantly bodies joining hats soaring I amidst it all the aimless rowboat in a sea of smiling faces-- tossing and turning in their wake. Feeling like the kidney transfer in a foreign body.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
Class of ____
To the class of ____, I hear them call my name as I briskly walk across the narrow stage. Encumbered in my regalia weighing me down like chains, I peer up into the blurry faces protruding a hand from ambiguous bodies. I shake rigidly looking across the stage to face a mass of opaque beings accumulating into one lump of ambiguity. I know not their names nor their lovers and dreams I dreamt alone I sat alone I cried alone I ate alone I worked alone I sighed alone. Though in the company of many, their ship had sailed and I sat in the lonely rowboat moored to their rear listening from afar to their ecstatic shrieks of glee glimpsing the glow of fire in their eyes flames like distant stars finally reaching me a dead and gone ancient memory. A diploma weighing in my hand, I exit the stage and take my seat to wait patiently then once we turn our tassels to the right we rocket into the air blissfully triumphantly bodies joining hats soaring I amidst it all the aimless rowboat in a sea of smiling faces-- tossing and turning in their wake. Feeling like the kidney transfer in a foreign body.
To transfer students.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
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