i've done so many things today
my accomplishments rest in pools of blood
like young beautiful women in the warehouse
on the set of silence of the lambs

these tortured corpses to the trained eye
form a perfectly uniform field of glory
yet the uniformity is perfect to such degree
that one cannot detect the presence of any accomplishment

such is the life of a graduate student
at least in appearance, yet, i learn more and more
that many of my colleagues skip the step of battle
and let the unbloodied level ground speak for itself