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Sunday, December 24, 2017

the everything set before the mind (stream-of-consciousness prose poem)

If only there was a way 
to explode into an aperture 
of terminal ecstasy, massing 
an army too small for invasion 
at the borders of a conflagration 
far larger than our individual bodies 
crafted of flesh, bone, and water. Sort 
of like oatmeal rising with the addition 
of a liquid, expanding to become the last 
thought you'd imagine you'd ever hear 
spoken aloud in a busy thoroughfare strip 
mall lost in the sprawl of cityscape snowed 
over in light sprinkles like icing sugar across 
the soft top part of our holiday muffin. 

Location, 
location, location! 

Look at those palisades 
of rock, ice, and tree, 
evergreen (  maybe 

FOREVERgreen   )

Soak the fire! 
we're all about 
to spot a light 
at tunnel's
end.

Flashlights off. 

Eyes closed. 

And with your 
eyes closed, close 
your eyes 
tightly. 

-  -  -

Thank u 
for the 
chance 
to 
once
again
dream
big 

(again).

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The world is meaningless,

there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.
All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well.
Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.
Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.
Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other that that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope.
Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which you imbue it.
Whatever you do, do it for its own sake.
When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!".
Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.