Poezie
My withered self
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I feel as nothing
I really do I am in sheer panic
because there is no life after death
because i feel in my flesh
that there is not division by zero
because my will has withered like a vestigial organ
dry
because of the metaphysical impossibility to hit a ping pong ball
or to grasp the meaning of a thing
yet pain and meaning abound
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