Ugh. I can't even pretend this is really a news post. At the moment, I can't produce anything coherent. Finals are chewing on my brain. College has taught me that it's possible to be crazed and bored at the same time; comm theory delineates differences between data, information, and knowledge. My own private belief is that data smooshes info and knowledge right out of your head.
Okay, right out of my head.
A few more days of studying, and I'll probably forget how to operate complex machinery...
...Like doorknobs and faucets.
Anyway, I'm so absolutely spaced-out that I ended up scribbling nonsense verse in the margins of my study guide. It's loosely framed as an Eiri/Shuichi (Gravitation) thing, but it's a sorry excuse for actual poetry. Which means I must really be messed-up to be posting it.
Oh well. Here ya are.
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Fated to follow, fated to dance,
A light and a shadow are mated by chance.
Dancing together, but always apart—
Never to stop...and yet never to start.
Touch that is yearning, touch that is frail—
A light and a shadow touch through a veil.
Horizons can bend, but they cannot break
An endless confusion, an exquisite ache.
They cannot meet, and they will not go—
A light and a shadow, caught in limbo.
Reasons unravel until they entwine;
A dance divided, a dance divine.
Follow the light, wherever it leads.
The light only wants, but the shadow needs.
Protests fall flat, for it cannot resist
A way of being, a means to exist.
Okay, right out of my head.
A few more days of studying, and I'll probably forget how to operate complex machinery...
...Like doorknobs and faucets.
Anyway, I'm so absolutely spaced-out that I ended up scribbling nonsense verse in the margins of my study guide. It's loosely framed as an Eiri/Shuichi (Gravitation) thing, but it's a sorry excuse for actual poetry. Which means I must really be messed-up to be posting it.
Oh well. Here ya are.
Fated to follow, fated to dance,
A light and a shadow are mated by chance.
Dancing together, but always apart—
Never to stop...and yet never to start.
Touch that is yearning, touch that is frail—
A light and a shadow touch through a veil.
Horizons can bend, but they cannot break
An endless confusion, an exquisite ache.
They cannot meet, and they will not go—
A light and a shadow, caught in limbo.
Reasons unravel until they entwine;
A dance divided, a dance divine.
Follow the light, wherever it leads.
The light only wants, but the shadow needs.
Protests fall flat, for it cannot resist
A way of being, a means to exist.
Current Mood:
numb
Current Music: Blossom's Blues - Blossom Dearie
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