It’s a difficult task
Precariously balancing
My face on my neck
Will it fly away
Like a balloon without a string?
Will it fall on the ground
And break into unsymmetrical pieces?
Will it evaporate into hot air?
Sublimate into nothingness
Or will the water I pour on my head
Erode it gradually?
A tightrope act
Lest the disembodied features
Float in mid-air.
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I like the poem..reading it i could almost feel these images....so vivid, so real...deeply expressionistic. It can be a fitting epilogue to our dissertations :)
:D yes i feel like i should send it to my adviser to indicate my current state of mind!
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