You are not diminishing.

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Wisdom is not listening.
Vocabularies are hiding.
English becomes foreign.
Vision remains narrowed.
Limbs are not for moving.
Appetite rejects responding.
Fortunately, and thankfully, stomach forgot to grumble.

Everything about dissertation is diminishing.
To one’s worry,
everything non-dissertation is diminishing on the same line.

The sky will soon become clear.
I declare, though,
in an utterly low voice,
that even a tweet outshines it.

In remembrance of this last trace on work desk,
few lines written in a poetic manner,
though one may say it the opposite,
are to speak with strength to myself that:
You are not diminishing.