burning monk 

they opened the books and looked in the margins for doodles, sketches, something revealingthey carried more then pens in them 
those pencil cases,

 contraband 

all those words that trailed off, went nowhere, 
( can you think of a better time then this?

     everyone want   )
a thousand years of conspiracy

all those years in education
there is to much space to fill

a mile is longer now then it was last year, a minute stretches till I see it break
I saw a burning monk

a crying business man 

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