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Geometry MAG

By Anonymous

   White faces

Pale flowers,

turned to the

chalkboard,

Bathed in fluorescent glare,

A sun.



The teacher's hypnotizing

monotone

washes over our

blank brains,

pouring into the air,

filling it to the brim,

Acid rain.



We flounder under

the vague truths,

Students momentarily

snared

in their desks.



A screaming bell.



The trap is lifted,

A spring shoots us forth

in unison,

Wild animals,

fleeing from their captor,

Free.





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Scolecite said...
on Dec. 22 2012 at 12:15 pm
Without geometry, life is pointless.