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The other night, I wrote a poem that wasn't utter crap. I can't tell you how long it's been since that's happened.

So I updated Mischief with the poem, salvation. (I also put up another one I've had stashed away, Love is a Neolithic man.)It's one of the very few I've written that I enjoy more for it's technical attributes than the actual content. The first three stanzas are three lines each, and three words per line. In each stanza, there is a (small) word that is repeated in the first two lines, and the position of that word drifts throughout the three stanzas. This was tricky to achieve. Then I switched to a stanza completely unrelated to the preceding ones, followed by one that, while not identical to the first stanzas, structurally alludes to them. I am pleased.

E&M midterm on Wednesday, Thermal on Monday, as well as a German presentation. Until Tuesday, adieu.