Entrapping the magic,
philosophers moan
Theory after theory,
no meat on the bone
They label and mark,
their didactics retooled
Force feeding their ramble
to dilettante-fools
And when in the end
they are then proven wrong
They slink back to their hollows,
where the vanquished now throng
But a new tier of ‘masters'
has taken their place
To lecture and spiel
—and pontificate
(Baldwin School: March,2021)
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