A glint of ghosts' faces sprints up the edge of glass;
the teacher reads the lesson in the star-strewn grass.
Blurred images appear in a compact florescent-lit dream;
the mirrored image of words on a screen is rarely as it seems.
Muted church bells echo in halls between classes
(by now we all know that solitude is the opiate of the masses),
as currents of memorized memories swirl above their heads;
it’s really like we're draining them instead.
the teacher reads the lesson in the star-strewn grass.
Blurred images appear in a compact florescent-lit dream;
the mirrored image of words on a screen is rarely as it seems.
Muted church bells echo in halls between classes
(by now we all know that solitude is the opiate of the masses),
as currents of memorized memories swirl above their heads;
it’s really like we're draining them instead.
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