Letter-Grade to Self by joseph jamison Hang in there, you casting cynicism under fluorescent skies, over molded plastic and lacquered desk. Up-staging inspiration with shadow puppet theatrics, dancing over encouragement, sparked imagination and lit fires. Hang in there. Your hands will mold Plato into irrelevance, split apart Odysseus’ journey, balancing Homer’s motives with the worth of atoms. You will trace origins, with a better outline. The bible becomes a book and nothing more. Hang in there. Use clocks for mandalas. Meditate on seconds, ignore every minute. Remember, time only exists at deadlines. Hand in every assignment. Never mind forgetting what you’ve learned. History will repeat itself for a better grade.
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