wednesday

My mind’s drained, dull, dim from

sitting in this half-cirque classroom,

listening to this not-so bashful

professor drone. Om

 

is a meditative sound.

Om.

Om.

 

I’m asleep if

not for these thoughts.

 

No;

dead.

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  • Sergio

    I think, therefore I am