The permanence of the stars,

blotted out by the ceiling and its

mockery of humming lights.

Why have we poisoned so the

isles of immortality with our

vain impressions of its greatness?

The windows are not cracked or split


outside, a thousand walls shatter in revolt.


West Vancouver Secondary School

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