Free At Last

Real education

starts

when the university

fades

in your rearview mirror

Its nihilistic

narrative

disappearing

in the mist

Umbilically

the ties

are cut

as light

comes rushing in

The wax of 

dead

banal professors

— melting in the past

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

 

 

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