Sonnet: 3rd Year Angst

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3rd Year, by then it is half way over,
Mists clear and faces begin to shape.
In spite of Class, of Upper or of Lower
You see the full light of what it means to ape.
3 terms to drag on, existentialist grief,
Angst set in deep and the world around
Would have been, if not for plush green and leaf,
Perhaps been more of intolerant ground.

So, this is where you stand you hollow creature,
The walls narrow in, grounds shake about
And the leeching diffuses itself from the leecher:
This is deconstruction without a doubt.
Against growing conviction if you feel you cannot win:
Be known the discourse absolves you of sin.

2010-12-05

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