Higher Text

School? I never left. But nowadays
I copy lessons from the windy sky
where God works out divine arithmetic
and sentence diagrams. My textbook's page?
The living world. My class, the human race
carving our names on desks at Terra High.
My notes are flesh, all scribbled over thick
lined with the shorthand of experience and age.

All that we knew, we're made to lose at birth
to study life, the largest sacred text:
a school where every student graduates
with or without diploma. Leaving Earth
is leaving one school, moving to the next.
Somewhere beyond, the higher learning waits.

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