Software Development Life Cycle Trisha Iyer ‘23
Maybe somedays if you have time to look in the mirror, the gift to your vanity and debt to society. When you snatch a moment of craning your neck upward from a textbook, straining even in your rest, You can catch a moment of clarity. And see, in the flutter of a waist and the knob on a knee, the rhythm of your building blocks Scrutinized by a heavenly, primordial council that could perch in the clouds and watch: up, down, up, down, rectangle on a square, semicircle on a rectangle. “This isn’t right,” you could hear a god say . . . Isis considers the image: squat clump of legs, long torso, sunken head. “Perhaps the head should be more formed?” suggests an angel looking for a promotion. Lord Shiva scratches his nose. “Try defining the legs more?” And so your God tries again— Up, down, Up, down, Rectangle on rectangle, smoothed-out hips, the head a full globe unfurling from sturdy shoulders ready to bear a world of stressors (with Atlas’s patented design). The human prototype enters Round Two of testing and feedback. But eventually: up, down, sculpt, sculpt, sculpt, here you are. They took you and shoved a bunch of spices inside, too, Like a spongy brain with lots of wrinkled paths almost too big to be held up by just two legs And one spine. And maybe a bit too much salt. And far too much fire.
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