The existential void:
reverberates its nothingness
through the softest parts of the world 'til
all thats left
is the shell of bones,
insufferable to the extreme
and the nail-hard misgivings of
the authentic ego.
Slim chance at the perfected moment's
instantly gratified non-chalance
the edge of a precise discussion:
The normal things outweigh
the cosmic importance of
our everyday misdiscussion: -
then there is nothing,
now there is less,
tomorrow & the other days
vannish
in the midnight
moon-caress.
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