more pages to come soon but first i'd like to share something old that has just recently been recreated and therefore become new .
searching for exile.
thoroughfare of sadness
weathered and fraying at the seams
like a mother who has just lost a child.
the deafening patter of hurried feet
echoes a mainstream in aimless wander.
artful lines of vulcanized, amorphous elasticity
make them as punchdrunk
as the vagrant with the sign on the corner.
my madness.
calculated is my walk, i yearn for an opening
a void in this collection of concrete.
my search for exile begins and continues.
night descends upon me once again
a recurrence around which i should not linger
but i am conned by the consoling colors of twilight.
each facade as uneven
as the unanswered questions
in my head.
in my hands i cup my fate
like precious water.
does all of this matter in the end?
Existential Nihilist hoping to be proven wrong.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. I am cautiously pessimistic about society, especially American society. I am, however, proven wrong every once in awhile.
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