after
the storm there is a rainbow
but as
Camus said, “This is the myth of Sysiphus”
there
are no “powers that be” behind the damage left by the storms
just the
storms and the damage they leave behind
and
the boulder that keeps rolling down the hill
emptiness
is the only thing that fills
there
is no meaning in your suffering
there
is just suffering
and
the day you are going to die
whatever
death is
i
don’t know
i
haven’t died yet
but i
will
whether
or not i keep pushing the boulder up the hill
or if
it keeps rolling down
absence
without a sound
but
sometimes sound is the greatest absence
just
don’t think recompense
there
is no owing
because
there is no order to things
there
just is
and
then there isn’t
say it
again
there
is no meaning in your suffering
can i
get an amen?
another
chorus from the choir?
i am
not a liar
because
there is no truth
just
what you perceive
just
what you believe
by
what you have perceived
subjective
reality
as you
have been allowed or able to experience
i’m
not trying to make sense
because
it doesn’t really matter
believe
and be
while
i watch the deceive with indifference
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