Before the world is light, eyes are open

Shut in boxes of narrow minds

Condensed thoughts compressed heavily

Concentration weighs judgement

When temples clang afternoon

And pupils refuse to focus

The dead of the fluorescence

Glowers balefully down at us

Stagnant pooling under my eye;

Headaches trickle down slowly

Bruising coolly, glazing over

The pain of stale thunderbolts

Numbly propped limbs on the

Desktops; feeling nothing everywhere

Abstained from the pillow, unslept

A parade of professors misunderstand

Blank stares and smiles the same

Bury thirsts to string one’s neck

Up over the cafeteria.