cosmic dawn
but whatever has a beginning
will also have an end
only nothingness will know
infinity
no matter how many times
the words may rhyme
i can’t make sense of the last
time i climbed
out of your bed on a monday morning
sartre was right
we are left alone, without
excuse
my love for you was self abuse
but i’m the equation that you
disproved
you washed away my colors with
your rain
showed that only blood flowed
in my veins
you were the apple and i was
eve
my principles wavering in the
wind like leaves
are you the sole reason i can
spend a whole season
on these dark streets of decay?
that all my actions i no longer
weigh
because it is not
meaninglessness that tips the scales
but the understanding that i
have impaled
the heart of anything that prescribes
improvement
by any act of unselfishness on
my part
mixing science and philosophy
like descartes
to make excuse
to sit here until last call
walk these late night streets
enthralled
like a mystic who has unlocked
the secrets of the universe
not admitting i traverse for no
other reason
then to make my pleasures guilt
free
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