because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

shards

the splendid isolation and

candle-flame of academia

endlessly alight;

risen through darkness

and the usher of black-feathered wings

cloying decay,

eschews sun and

freedom of expression,

the bitter words

and sweet slipstream of that

two-edged sword,

disappointment.

lost in a wave of metaphor,

river of senselessness

guarded by the uneasy eyes

of dissatisfied crows.

Thoughts?

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