all

unable to proceed further on
centre of a laughing stock.
red with humiliation, embarrassment and self-hatred.
what can be done, with a brain so insignificant
the bite itches.
hopelessly drowned in the words and letters and numbers and questions and problems
drool dampens the paper, imperfection.
no, not imperfection. far from imperfection.
sleep is a medium of escape.
a getaway circular staircase.
ignoring the surroundings.
is this how it ends? misfortune strikes from all angles
from radians to pis, to doubles, to CAST, to...