Existentialist


from the ABC set Dust

A helpless vacuum sucks air from my lung,
devoid of the touch my aching heart desires;
A flower fallen to a song unsung;
Burn my faith!
Alight you fires!
Conspire with fate and hope
and show thy sacred moves
my bitter twist;
Watch free fall a dream elope,
My Existentialist.

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