― E.E. Cummings
For the many that exist day to day,
awaiting an awakening too late.
For the many dead that I am,
making a waste of fates.
For the darkness way laid,
dissolving and is no more.
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How's teaching?
A joy, a pain. (the joy outweighs)
Much more to unlearn,
much more to learn
To be and to become.
Be unto me according to Thy will.
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