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NuurSeraph Jun 2014
Ripe Mourning, so Crisp and Crackling with Life Waking or Life preparing to sleep.

A shift change taking place at dawn, both sleepers and wakers will share a Yawn, for worlds of dream or worlds awake, it's like Consciousness balances itself in this way.

I see a Blue Herron standing on one leg near the pond, ducklings waddling in a line behind their Mom.

I see children running and playing on the jungle gym, how appropriately named. Training ground for the perils of the Jungle ahead, the Jungle of Life.

" Welcome to the Jungle"

Everything in Life is a Test
Every Choice Molds your Future Self
Prepare Yourself, Prepare Your Children, Train them on the Jungle Gym.

*"Welcome to the Jungle"
Mourning Free Flow, who knows?
Not Me...
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Within Herron
Windstorm
Chelsea Evans Jul 2020
Sat in a lecture theatre
with a high ceiling

It’s a new semester.
Another mastermind
teaching us.

He walks in with his
bag pack and fold-up bike.

His name is Tom.

Tom teaches poetry
to the first years.

“I hate poetry”
- Tom Herron

From that moment,
Everyone liked Tom.

— The End —