A Word to the Student
Sometimes, wording exam questions I have the uncanny feel for it that maybe you don’t. Flushed, anxious thoughts, stammering, caged, you just aren’t able, holding down a stack of ideas like paper plates, but urged to fight a way through carefully arranged curtains, to find out what a clever old fool I am.
At worst's worst
You may shatter like that 500 year old ceiling at Assisi, while I end up dead under a thousand crumbs of artfulness.