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The lesson.

I sit, I read, I write,

The clock on the wall, ticking.

I work along, all day, all night,

my gaze wavering, flickering.

The sense of it - where is it? Where has it gone?

Letters and words, black on white,

What is the purpose - wrong or right?

The time, yes, the work is done.