Belonging short poem

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You can’t walk down those halls again
they don’t smell right
your blood chemistry has shifted
no longer fearing a foreign language exam
except in those dreams which creep
in from umber corners
reach out skeletal fingers to fuse
the conjugation between memory
and a tax-payer’s anxiety

Those notes still burn
those passed through many hands
or slipped through the grate
of industrial gray locker doors
gasps toward eternity, shouts
into the dank caves of desire
for touch and for understanding
they all say – let me in –
they all say – please dare
to be what I want you to be

Those schools
have grown small
your thoughts no longer fit
into the courtyards and cafeterias
you recognize the torture of conformity
as you rub the brands
of unanimity or outcast
feel their fire and point your children
down the same chute
you once bawled within

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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