Voices ringing in my ears
pounding Frued and Bleuler
into my brain.
Condescending supervision.
Mentors poised like generals.
Colleages smiling
like they know something
and you don't.
Twenty-four hours
in these ancient walls
where Robo-Rat and her spawns
await
sinsiter
in the shadows...
Where the most benign things
could have such
subversive beauty...
and your day ends with
the rising of the sun.
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