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I know my teacher?

Poetry
I know my teacher?

How is it that
We let our fears
Have such an
Unchecked controlling
Interest in our lives

Does the desire
For imaginary safety
Grip us so tightly
That we compel
Danger into creation

Those people, really
They are not like us
Our reasons for revulsion
And anger, are
After all so reasonable

When did it become
So reasonable to choose
The different, changeable
And unexpected moments
As the lair of danger

At what point did
We become so in tune
With all future events
We instantly divine who is
Our teacher with today's lesson



A poem by William A. York
Copyright (c)2003 William A. York. All rights reserved.