life, probably

what is the meaning of it all, anywho?

is it part of some grand scheme, some astral plot

to make us whole again

some day far from now?

perhaps, on the contrary, there is nothing;

are we born simply to exist?


 

No.

that is not a truth i will accept.


 

there may be no greater destination we are guided towards,

no light at the end of the tunnel,

but what of it?

we are not born to exist.

we are born to live.

ender

VT

18 years old

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    in a pile of their own shit

     

    my arms are broken wings

    and their featherless forms are useless

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    in the mud,

    in the dirt,

    in the silt,

    in the pores of the earth,

    with the worms,

    the moles,

    the bugs,

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    there is a crack in the eye of man

    like glass, the light in the fracture

    is split like the millions who came before it

    never to reform