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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