Astral Sight Coma

Seized application filled-out in form.  Clenched arms, check-in, sterile dorm.  Non-allergenic pillows, prop to learn.  Images by professors, chalkboards burn.  With this teaching, multi-faceted school.  Floating in a sea, my meditative pool.  Textbooks written, quickly and sincere.  Each line of emotion, my lime’s anger and fear.  First course heavy, dissect, a bed.  Comprehension magnetic, picture my head.  Professor suits green, envious instruction.  His lecture microscopic, tiny screws of reconstruction.  Second class beneath, led walls to shield.  Photon invisible, ray guns destroy its field.  Never late for class, lecture hall narrow and cold.  Information accelerated, white helmet bold.  Teacher’s student, willing to embrace.  Measure this math, instructing with grace.  Tenacious each day, below the healthy gleam.  Figuring each time, powerful, tactical beam.  Spring break in order, sleep from each late night.  Learn the lesions of faith, let go, my fright.  The beaker bubbles, steam of rotten aroma.  Trembling this concoction, astral sight coma.  Raging sword of steel, her might and mass.  The exam she takes, without grades, she’ll pass.

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