I’ve run out of irony.
I’ve run into the tyranny
of existence.
Stopped short
at the nothing that
pervades my lungs -
I see every reckless passage
that unfolds before me.
I must walk,
I must help it fill
with my breath
until
there’s none
and I am done
being or not being.
I’ve run into the tyranny
of existence.
Stopped short
at the nothing that
pervades my lungs -
I see every reckless passage
that unfolds before me.
I must walk,
I must help it fill
with my breath
until
there’s none
and I am done
being or not being.
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