the ruins still surround me
all I built up has been knocked down
and even I am fed up with raging at the sky
but trembling in a corner of my brain
is the reason I took this path through life
this slog through mud and tears
in the name of art or teaching or personal expression
or whatever the hell it is I thought I was doing
and did so poorly that those who turned to me
turned away and taught me all I know of loss
who the guru and who the disciple
I've come back to my senses with a ton of homework
teacher and pupil to myself
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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