The professor professes all he knows
The light in the room stretches its narrow rays
between the pews and up the tiered aisles.
His word, Pedagogy,
saunters through the active scene
where footfalls succumb to silence,
the thought sits
Outside of the time
it takes to experience
a revelation, commonly mis-
pronounced as Revolution.
The mind drifts while his voice
rests its laden brow
on grainy monotony and concrete definitions.
Meanwhile,
the insatiable self-seeking creature recites
all he has seen
and heard about phenomena like
boiling water and stunted grass
thereby giving his dark pupils
all the more reason to run
back into the cave.
There can be found familiar
mountainous men, rigid in their routine
for survival, passing time by
holding their profile up against the heavens
in order
to demonstrate the concept of
contrasting outlines
and where they meet
without becoming the other.
Painting by Thomas Eakins, c. 1844 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
