I've got six sources of dreaming, clear

The words all tumble bright, and fear

Is choking cloaking, smogging roping

Round my throat and twixt my ears.

What am I doing here?

I'm learning phonetics,

The tilt and languid motion of words.

Sounds and vowel shifts that cause

Whole new worlds to open up.

I want to teach English.

Not the written only,

Shakespeare and Frost and Bronte

I want to teach to speak

The fast tumble and dive of our rhythmic language

Like burning coppers dropping from your mouth.

But its all right now.

Accuing debt is an exercise,

One thats common in my life,

To get any kind of higher life

You've got to pay through the nose.

I guess that how it goes.

I want to be a teacher.

To twist and weave the warp and weft

Legend myth and story

Tell these children theres more to life

Than the worlds tattered glory.  Oh, oh

What a story.

I want to tell the stories.

I want to be a teacher.

To learn to be a speaker

And make those ragged flowers grow

In the gardens of our souls.