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Ruins: dim evening blues

I'm tired of the world as I understand it

from a chair in my office or living room

sometimes in bed. I wonder what it's all for;

what would it all be if it were stripped

of title and status of money and career

of name and legacy of language and history?

what would it all mean without invention

without tolerance without obstinate materiality

without competition without survival of the fittest?

irony says it might all be meaningless:

if it is, I hope whatever I wanted to do and didn't

was worth it.

◄ Ruins: echoes in the howling void—those pockets in your bio-logical time—

Ruins: the meaning of life ►

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