Questions raised by the faculty

Vocation in some strange dimension
The university was full
Courses awaiting us
long avenues that dip down then up for 3 kilometers
so you can see the rise in the future

conformity to impulse
This university town was eternally dusk
The sky a constant dim shade of blue late teenage autumn
students bickered in their lengthy disordely queues
waiting to get into the cafetaria

Time never existed here
Couples were making out behind the buildings
in the long grass and beside the regal gardens
As if by sixth sense making their way to town
Where they would seek distraction from study

The need for stimulation and excess
They converted the morgue and funeral center next door 
into a boutique entertainment center
The lucid mind agonizes over the old stately facade around it
like aged outer skin holding in some kind of youth

Evidence of interference
From the other side of the road I quietly witness
A pink balloon being ushered by a cool early evening wind
Eerily bouncing mid air like a freshman in front of the structure
Like an uninvited memory hovering over the fragile
Death hidden by lights and euphoria