My professor bounces back from chalkboard to desk never letting my mind rest as persistant questions storm the bridge of time with broomsticks. Mudpie Walls fortify our notecard city we pick the leaves to make a wreath of flowers we cannot grow or name. You go on, shoving definitions down the throat of my small brain. I cannot take it. I cannot know anymore without understanding. I cannot pile up my mind with half comprehensions of misty dreams you must stop bouncing and teach me things.