for reasons for living: well, i'm drawing a blank.
perhaps existentialism's robbing a bank,
and swiping a sack full of memories with
no offering thanks. that's emptiness in a pause .
the emptiness we applaud. the empty symphony hall
that sinks that 'empty' in all, as we develop
theories of meaning that barely compel me to stop.
reading the walls with a candle in the belly of god,
head towards the light- it's quite the conundrum.
^This part was bananas.
I can't tell who you're an alias of, it's a mixture of patrown and Split. If I'm wrong, I'm probably wayyy off. The literary language elements in this meshed effectively with the steam of consciousness method used here. I thought it was a good keystyle.
Keep doing you
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