I
He paints his words on the wall
In Sanskrit, of course
But the students,
They don't seem to mind
He asks,
Why don't you answer me?
And so we answer,
It's because we don't trust each other
He turns back
Gambling and rolling
With jokes and allusions
I do like him, I promise
II
Bangs,
Hiding her eyes from
Smeared remains of chalk and rights
I pray her name to be wisdom
But fear for the worst,
It's shaping out as Apostasy already
Should I learn too much
And find out that
The fluff and feathers from
My dreaming pillows
Can no more help me fly
Than hollow bones
I do like Wisdom, I promise
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