i am hearing you, sir
but your words rush past my ears
like the breeze
they flow over my head
like the icy creek waters
rushing over smooth stones
the theories upon which
you expound
disorient me and,
i find myself squinting
as though suddenly blinded by the sun
(that i only just recognized
by quickly turning)
i wonder at the principles
behind your newly formed theories
i study the set of your jaw
your words escape me
but that is truly, alright, by me
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