like all good lines -
a high. one we travel
on - those of us afraid
to exist past it. we
taunt it, we erase it,
delete even, but it is
there, this line that
keeps us bruised -
tangled in old known
relationships when it
knows to say good bye
school is best that way
an end and a beginning
an escape, never good
bye but next and next
until it is us on stage
staring out on more
chairs, each with a clean
pencil taken from roethke's
desk drawer. i do not know
hegel - but i agree that there
is only conflict when there
are two rights - ayn rand should have read him
* The Voice of Reason: Ayn Rand
