03 mai 2009

Feeling Senescent

(Yep, writing about life again. Nope, not edited. Hahaha.)


Feeling Senescent

Mellifluous time meandering towards future [noir].
Nescience turns to flummoxed, tumultuous fury --
fear, in fact, oblong and leading to feckless temerity.
This frisson is ephemeral; overtaken by the mephitic realisation:
purpose is not esoteric, there is no elucidation, ever.
We are toadies to our own narcissistic malingering;
vision obscured by etiolating tomes weighting us with
narrowly outré and martial views.
Overcome your reticence! Deny the taciturnity!
It is not time to plan your obsequies!
The past should foment, not hinder. Extol the opportunity --
Misbehave!

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