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Memory of Not Understanding
I woke up in a crowded Kindergarten classroom.
And discovered, to my dismay, I was a teacher.
I spoke of Care for All Things, but my tone was wrong
And they turned on me.
Outcast, bewildered, bitter. This is where
You find me today.
I see one ray of hope. I have called on My Friend.
"Never mind", he said,
"Go into your body, where all errors reside.
Each error wears solution and will hand you its coat!
This clothing is made of light;
You will shine as a beacon.
Wanderers will come to you.
But remember the classroom
And never go back!
Don't go back as long as memory burns."
