Paper barriers, surround me
Confounding sentences deter me
from sleep and all that is good,
Essay due Friday? Midterm Tuesday?
Never before has the power of words
Held more salience,
These immaterial constructs, these -ologies,
Cast as dark a shadow, upon my body
Sending this haze of lethargy, deep
Into my every limb, blinding
My sight, blending day and night,
The distinction of awake and sleep,
Lost in the confusion of dreams,
Day and night, words drift, numbers shift
Through and through, proportionalities
Becoming the most important part of any identity
Rationality substituted by sheer exhaustion,
Until the bubbling on the scantron blur into
A murkiness,
This pencil, stabbing points randomly
In this darkness,
Cast as deep a shadow, as to
Create in its heavy fabric a black hole
Sucking me in, stretching me apart
Its gravitational disparities making spaghetti
Of my mental processes, theology and philosophy,
The common basis to humanity and reality,
Falling, failing, tearing apart at the event horizon
of this college thing
