in his snug little cave.
His snug, tiny, grubbly little cave.

He is among the ashes.

Ashes from days long gone.

Ashes that gather and taunt.

Ashes that sully and teach.

Ashes that cloud and mystify

past acts of passion-

past acts of folly.

Pick up that broom

and sweep out the hearth.

Get your house in order

for the school is in session.

The Teacher is in, and

The Master has arrived!


(you’re sitting in his seat)

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