A man who knows He will die How does a moment look Different to him Than the analytical Lost man in the screen Who pines about machines Even eluding That he is machine How does his cup of coffee taste Different Is it different when The wind blows The rain starts The seasons change The sun goes down In a day or 3 years Sandwiched between Now and infinity A man who knows He will die
I need to buy pensTo write Nonsense on this paper“Non” “Sense”My favorite kind of senseThe one that doesn’t requireReason or doubtDoubt is blind beliefReason is a prisonWriting nonsense to existRight nowWrite now
Screens blinding struggling peopleAs they sitCraned necks slowly breakingNecks that feel like progressProgressing to a pointPast the toxic lakePast the drunk five and dimerAnd womenPast the ugly “art installation”That is supposed to inspire “hope”Past the full hospitalAwaking into a worldNot too far awayWhere energy isn’t feltAnd connection is just a word
A Man Who Knows He Will Die
A man who knows
He will die
How does a moment look
Different to him
Than the analytical
Lost man in the screen
Who pines about machines
Even eluding
That he is machine
How does his cup of coffee taste
Different
Is it different when
The wind blows
The rain starts
The seasons change
The sun goes down
In a day or 3 years
Sandwiched between
Now and infinity
A man who knows
He will die
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