Lectured to Death
A stream of words
slap me in the face
while I helplessly
strain to hear
the ideas
buried deep beneath
the gibberish.
I dig ever lower,
with my pen, hoping to glean
some meaning,
yet only finding
my own grave.
I fall to my knees,
exhausted,
as I feel
piles of debris
slam against my back,
pushing my curiosity down,
my eyelids slipping shut,
hoping to escape
into my own mind.
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