we are
lost
amid our own profundity
or
the inference thereof
at least
platitudes
of desperation
haunting like a dormant plea
just to close our eyes
and still yet see
is not enough
to sate
the all-consuming
fervor
to project
somehow
a vision
that might justify
the burden
of our disposition
frozen
existential fractals
giving way
in their descent
careening toward oblivion
with nothing more
than the solitude
of a solipsistic incarnation
Such a profound experience that you’d described here, and it’s usually not at all easy, to put this sort of a life experience into words…
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Great piece….☺☺
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