a period takes a final home as a dot;
a school is a stem that flowers, continues to feed the weight of you as a live community;
a read book is a borrowed eye to see a deepening of who we are as bodies apart touching;
a pencil fords uncertainty;
a tongue is a hallway for asking—there is a right way to respond, a nearing of ends spelled
meticulous at a testing;
education is appearance of teachers and taught full of a room;
and this unceasing is a progression of addresses, wires, towns.