Waiting to wake up
from this dream
waiting for the axe to fall
waiting for the mail the news
the signal
waiting for the call
wishing for
a teacher to appear
still not ready
to get out of here
I watch a spider slowly
climb the wall
waiting for the call
The phone’s got no bell
and it’s disconnected
there’s a sameness to
all the truth
to which I have been subjected
I can see it clearly
in the stains across the wall
visions of us all just dying
waiting for the call
what
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