Uneducate

[Philatone]

V. 2 last 2 lines of S.1 altered

Uneducate
I want to lose everything
and stumble downstairs for
my belt, my wallet,
my shoes.

Like a sailor, I am unaware
how many waves have passed
when suddenly
their backs have carried me to shore.

As the wind lifts feathers
and the air allows breath,
how could I forget these things,

molding dawns into Mayflowers
instead of seeing the sun rise?

I wish to unlearn
the little poetry at my side;
to forget her face
like an autograph in a yearbook;
I wish to believe
rain is water falling; otherwise,

belts turn into lightning
cocked like a gun in
the hand of my father;

nothing like
the grip that held me
up the halls of high school.


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Original

I want to lose everything
and stumble downstairs for
my belt, my shoes,
my house.

Like a sailor, I am unaware
how many waves have passed
when suddenly
their backs have carried me to shore.

As the wind lifts feathers
and the air allows breath,
how could I forget these things,

molding dawns into Mayflowers
instead of seeing the sun rise?

I wish to unlearn
the little poetry at my side;
to forget her face
like an autograph in a yearbook;
I wish to believe
rain is water falling; otherwise,

belts turn into lightning
cocked like a gun in
the hand of my father;

nothing like
the grip that held me
up the halls of high school.