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Abstract

absolutism is a small town gossiping under streetlamp shadows, sharpening their pitch forks and lighting their torches through Facebook rooms and Instagram posts. They Are coming for us, In this world and all timelines looped around each other a cold hand upon your throat silent fear in a house of a drunk. Reality a leaf, dancing in the air, singing hymnal remembrances of days to come. Morality is fleeting as a lover’s heart, as she leaves for Montana as she opens to another man’s bed. The void between The past and future are littered with the weeping faces on a pond. Nebulous meaning, jumping Rail cars, riding blind into The night filled with stories never scribed by the poet or this is just one world In a million Just another second In an eternity

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Ars Poetica

The poet speaks through each timeline coiling itself like a python of dying hope a noose of a burning sorrow to break free one day from the room with no doors and streets that are just the room. Do you see? Sartre and Beauvoir naked under the stars talking of cosmic dust existentialism, and the irony of the gods? Did you know absolutism is a small town gossiping under streetlamp shadows, sharpening their pitch forks and lighting their torches through Facebook rooms and Instagram posts. They Are coming for us, In this world and all timelines looped around each other a cold hand upon your throat silent fear in a house of a drunk. Reality a leaf, dancing in the air, singing hymnal remembrances of days to come. Morality is fleeting as a lover’s heart, as she leaves for Montana as she opens to another man’s bed. The void between The past and future are littered with the weeping faces on a pond. Nebulous meaning, jumping Rail cars, riding blind into The night filled with stories never scribed by the poet or this is just one world In a million Just another second In an eternity of clocks floating like salmon in a stream.

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