The Instrument
Floods of blood
Course through my veins,
Erupt like little
Bubbly brooks,
Among words
Displayed boldly
In crimson capitals,
Mensch und Tier
Hardly dried
From an hour past,
From the instrument
Of my choice:
MIT
Fusion Lab Center,
It proudly proclaims,
While etching
Into my
Branded, pallid skin,
Assiduously,
Until done.
For sometimes,
I do need
To be reminded.
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