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STATUS EPILEPTICUS
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FIRST FOLDER shake your mind
twisted, turning, anachronistic,
archaic, amalgam of amorphic,
neurotic, dysentery.
reality rattled from its hinges,
the precipice of hope shattered
into the detritus of despair.
STOP!!
Without a friend this is…
anguish to the end,
Beyond the end, before the end
In the end, at least the end
Because it is the end…
what do you do now?
count to ten, hocus-pocus,
the existential void, Sodom and Gomorrah
money to the wind …
STARE INTO THE SKY…
And go figure…
Who knows?
The scatological existentialism in the world
Is the soul’s obedience to love.
