November 6th.

Some of their faces light up when they see me
It's exciting, I know
But I must remember it is not entirely me they react
but the knowledge that comes with me:
a package,
perfectly presented and well-contained,
ever flowing but never seeping.

Sometimes I think it is so very worth it
To see things that can never be unseen
To see children, among many
reveling in the glory of knowing,
dreaming in the essence of growing;

And I feel like my plan is whole,
forever leveling out the auspicious wonders of my youth
and projecting them into generations
of daydreamers, class clowns and the like.


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