




brick by brick it builds on its own each year completely independent of me and my life oblivious, I carry on working, grading, planning, teaching,
Arms out in a T-shape, I walk stable as hell across a tight rope; it’s new, it’s old, I should have mastered this prance, but
Brought upon by difference I breathe out fire, inhale ice a fusion. I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts just waiting to be Plucked,