Dune University lecture hall
A Himalayan chemist on the mic:
Winter came with his icy blade
peeled my life clean– colourless–
tore it down to electrons
Then I became Mr. Eliot or Socrates
Or they became I.
The dark, narrow dune door– I came out through it,
Where everything is equal to the others
He takes in a long dram of ancient air–
a fuss among the audience:
Aye, see he’s incarnating an antique hero!