prepressed

ready as I will ever be,
With some support.
Face them.
Stern authoritarian;
Clutching the tools of their importance
To twitching, twelve-year-old egos.
Eager to fill their daily tasks
Tis their life.

Facing them.
So many.
As the blur of so many others
In coming to this place.
Blink back nervous swallows.

  Steady now

Clutching tight
The deep-etched pages of my mind.
These hallowed pages, do I mind
Turning them over to blind
Insensitive appetites-for more?

   Doubting now

These precious distillations from the deep,
Oh deep, deep,unspeakable, unspoken
Places will I keep?
Jealously?
And not feed like offal
To this sheep
-like,mart-like arena of the world
press upon me?

    Ready now.