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Volumes Of Déjà Vu - 24/09/2001

Revolving doors swallow me whole,
then spit me out with a sweeping hiss
into the bookish halls of academia.
As unpalatable as Jonah it seems.

Students' shelter behind clasped tomes
with defensive postures and furrowed brows.
As the toil of learning weighs heavily
upon minds, shoulders and youth.

The distracted sea of scholars' does not part
for I am no Moses bringing salvation
or literary deliverance from deadlines.
Rather, preoccupied breakers buffet me.

Involuntary empathy manifests itself
as the library silence elicits stomach knots
and a sense of 'submittal time' unease,
walking with an undergraduate stoop .

I cast off my déjà vu with a mental shrug
for these are no longer my anxieties.
Still, I would trade them all at the drop of a hat
with the worry weights I carry now.
 
© Nicholas Vosper 2001