(no subject)

[rubber_officer]

The silence
illicits thought
as the black mold
hangs from
the classroom
ceiling,
sprouting from
the cracks
like wool,
as I keep
this prayer
behind my row
of teeth
that all
these kids
will think and live
well,
despite the
oppresive times
we live
and go through...
Here in this
cacophony of
sleep,
The students
will themselves
into another
place;
another body
they control
and breathe with,
teaching it
to house
their private
thoughts,
coaxing it
to roll the dice
for them and
make a choice...
I am happy
to be their
pliable dough;
blending in and out
with all
the properties
of light and space...