THE ABSURD REVOLT.
 

Things begin again and again.
Avoiding is the unfailing game.
It is manifest that when we live in a state of nature;
We are in a condition called war
Life is solitary, brutish and short.

A stone is foreign to our being
A branch is irreducible to meaning.
We can describe it and we can learn to classify it;
To reduce it and so assert its truth.
Into atoms, which are then reduced.

Further and further reduced
Insatiable appetites for absolutes.
Attempting to reduce something without meaning;
The condition of absurdity
A constant of uncertainty.

The absurd becomes god
Broadest sense of this word.
Thoughts shrink at the prospect of annihilation;
For those who solve its mystery
Death is a pyrrhic victory.

Hope is torment's anticipation
By minimizing value, it betrays it.
The mind desires and the universe disappoints;
Where it only exists as an ant-hill
And is stamped with our seal.

The world is a divine place
Nature and landscapes.
A longing for clarity within the human heart;
Is the absurd, not the system
It is existing, not existence.

Not asking why we are alive
But why we choose to survive.
During the moment absurdity is recognized;
It is a harrowing passion
Unable to be fathomed.

To reject all perspectives
And by doing so accept it.
And to seek meaning where there is none;
Happiness and the absurd
Two children of the earth.

well done, but I disagree. Heck at least you are thinking, to that I applaud.

Death is not a pyrhic victory I would argue. Rather a necessity.

First off, this style is a little different from what I'm used to from you. While the language and content is similar, there is a slightly different vibe here to me than I'm used to, to me at least. I like it when writers take chances so props for that.

As for the content of this piece, I'll likely be wrong on my interpretation but I'd be willing to explain my thoughts in a pm when I get a chance. Pressed for time right now but it was dope.

Hello old friend, this piece was enjoyable for completely different reasons then a typical Zygote piece. Creating a verse with this much substance while utilizing what I'd describe as a poem format shows further versatility in your already distinguished bag of tricks. The entire piece had thought provoking one liners, clearly had a substantial amount of thought put into it beforehand which, in return, generating reader thought which is amongst the most captivating forms of literature. This is a style that a more intellectual fan base would appreciate, however slightly less reader-friendly then a more typical verse from you. I, for one, enjoy seeing the many sides of Zygote as I have for many years.

I disagree neighbor.

If he just shifted and spoke to the neighbor in a comprehensive narrative/juncture it would please not only the 'intellectual' parties, but also decently well-rounded ones as well.

There's always a fascination with urgency in telling someone, something.

Done well.