An ode to a professor who has improved myself as an individual and as a poet.
Slaves to labor due
to the drive to keep
this civilization alive.
Aging past adulthood to
have assigned parent figures
dismiss ambition in relation
to rationality.
You induce questioning liminality.
Admire the purple walls.
Notice the emptiness
that brews between halls.
Read each line. Invite me
Pink dto alter time. Publicize decisions,
dedication. Not the carousel
of ‘luck’ instilled from within.
Rejuvenate influence not inspiration.
Signify the goodbye.
Through hesitation before
disembarking from a silly office
door. Never had a memory of
a teacher leave with me.
A sprout looking to reconvene.
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