A Virus's Victim's Will
Arthur, last name withheld, was a Camusian soul and in his will
he asks to laugh at his death, and laugh
with no irony or remorse.
Ever wonder who created the plague and why?
A moment of discontinuity binding us to
our inner essence, the black hole sucking up all
meaning and loyalty, a
laughing stock of the world.
Happy to say happiness is an abstraction and
life is execution postponed. A writer searching for
shipwreck of meaning is lost in his searchlight
bound for disappointment.
Copyright © Kaveh Afrasiabi | Year Posted 2020
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