“Down”

One morning in September, I found myself sitting in a swivel chair on the fourth floor with about twenty people. A mandatory training given by our newly appointed “leader.” From my seat, I could see the ground outside where people walked who were not trapped inside that cacophony of jabbering, belittling nonsense. I wanted to be anywhere else, hear anything else. I spent most of that meeting writing this poem – then the next few months figuring out how to leave, which I am next week. It was a moment of resolve.

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I just wanna tune, you out,

Time has come to get, out now,

This was fun and served us all,

For a little while, a little while,

Teacher teacher, dumbing down,

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Go ahead and damn, this all,

Push the tower let, it fall,

Most of me is outside now,

The rest is coming, rest is coming,

Tinder tinder, burn this all,

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I just wanna swim, back down,

Blinded by these dreams, and sounds,

Take my body under water,

To the basic shapes, the basic shapes,

Pressure pressure, crashing down,

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