An overwhelming sense of self-consciousness
Collided suddenly with my reality.
I closed my eyes hard.
I could feel those jelly orbs
Heating rapidly,
Burning through the eyelids.

Realizing my existence is happening
Without my consent, against my will.
It persists whether I am aware or not,
Whether I care or not.

The mass of Being swirling, accreting,
Crushing in down on me.
I burn until I use it up;
Collapsing quietly into the void.

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Can do that to you, then experience and hard labor break all the bonds to existentialism. You take whatever you can discover, unveil, rip off, recieve, get (give, help, share et al). Sweat tends to clarify and sustain until you drop into the grave and existence ends. - slc