In Absentia

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One cannot fathom the absence of thought.

Ambition & glory in cardboard hue,

All that you’ve done has been done for naught.

 

Paint twined elegant by stroke & by blot—

Synthetics abound, yet beauty to you.

One cannot fathom the absence of thought.

 

Every life that you’ve loved, every struggle you’ve fought,

Rises in ashes & fades into blue.

All that you’ve done has been done for naught.

 

A sepulcher vault: the scent of rot.

Taffy that sweetens, each bite that you chew,

One cannot fathom the absence of thought.

 

Discard every lesson, of which you’ve been taught;

Words prolific are bountifully few.

All that you’ve done has been done for naught.

 

Relinquish all purpose in which you have sought.

Lost life, last death, the world anew:

One cannot fathom the absence of thought,

All that you’ve done has been done for naught.

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