the Absolute covers me
like some invisible sky
I can only believe it exists
as much as the world I stumble through exists
the only absolute is manifest
in the tiny folds of the day's thought
the rest of material reality
is as it always has been
unchangeable against thought
unyielding against will
our only imperative to struggling forward
and our best excuse for saying 'fuck it'
under some invisible sky
I make temporary amends that are just that...
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