Zarathustra never knew

the ressentiment

of a Friday afternoon in high summer

waiting for the clock to tick to four

the teacher instructor tutor lecturer

to stop rambling on

& just say:

fuck it

go out be young get drunk take drugs

fuck each other stupid

write paint make music just BE

& lets try to do this again

on Monday

but they never did/do

preferring to wait us out

until the clock dripped towards four

their time our time was up

& unlike Zarathustra in his cold tower

over thinking his life experience being

never did

we did & could go out act out all those things

furious in feelings

& love

living in the moment the now

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