i am watching them,
a circle of men,
listening to their words,
as they whisper thoughts of politics,
the meaning of life,
and the rules of poetry...
i watch, interested,
or more correctly, perhaps,
intrigued,
though to imagine myself in that circle,
impossible.
Streamlined and proficient,
producing modern works of art en masse,
such professors of life,
though who ever knew of a teacher
with no students?
i know of one.
actually, i know a circle of them...22May05
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