Thre red pen rests awaiting its assignment
Thre dishevelled stack of essays teetering
On the edge of evaluation
Held up in hands
Like sinners above a flaming rubric
'A' salvation or damning failure
What mastery? What content?
Can I be content to report progress?
I'd like to snap this pen in half
Breaking the enchantment of its assessment
I'd like to pour out the red ink
In equal measure
With the kaleidoscopic outpourings
Of your hearts and minds
Accepting there is no sin in error
And the root of evalution is 'evil'
Passing as a grade
And a grade passing as truth
The only flying colors I care about
Are the vibrant discussions
That move past
The red and black edge of a ledger
A push out of the comforting confines of 'A' to 'F'
Not failing, but free-falling
Through thr expanse of alpha to omega
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