Conditions of Life…Gibberish

December 30, 2013

Red,

Orange,

Blue,

Silence.

Murmur,

Engine revving with cold mist drifting toward space.

Rub eyes,

Look down,

Study harder…faster

Is it night? Is it day?

Lost and confused,

Latin, science, math

GIBBERISH!

One more day, one more hour,

Coffee…energized.

Conditions of life; rinse and repeat.

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