Restart

by Tom Saers

 

Make me spinning visible to

Make my pain complete?

 

And I will not allow this to repeat 

Said someone part of me 

And I will not allow this to repeat 

Said generation me, my parent

 

What I wouldn’t advertise 

To find a smile with space enough for twenty paper planes…

 

We’re rolling past recycling bins 

With far too much anxiety about the sleeping in I’m doing 

 

But then I saw the leaves 

Their movements making me believe

And only when their marching band coordinator set the time with currents going in my ears

 

I guess the judgment someone gave for thinking I was on my own 

deserved a second look

Well after all, the cries of people waiting to fulfil the only mission told to them are in the queue ahead of me 

 

But then, let’s say, a gear shift! 

 

From far apart I heard 

your eyes and sparks with vision flying,

Electricity, you give me love 

 

And finally I found a smile with space enough for friends and me: I know that joy is

not impossible

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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