Absurd

To me, you are purely ephemeral;
We are irrelevantly real.
And I am left with no one but myself,
With this hollowness I feel.

And still, I am hardly here,
Just a mass of scattered free radicals.
A steady-state cascade;
A time-killing fanatical.

I laugh because it is absurd,
And carry on without a word.

She was blanched,
Scuffed like an epiphyses.
Gritted between molars,
Eyed blind,
Her body curved in magnificent sacrilege;
Flagrant,  
Inexplicitly mine.

My secondhand thing,
That some dub love.
I just gawped
Whenever she took it off;
And seeped 
Into the ground at her feet.

I woke up and remembered that there was nothing else;
I woke up and wondered why I hadn't killed myself.

I was dead set
On something but nothing and everything yet;
All meaning unmet.

All the null that added up to self;
All the lives that lie to blindly dwell.

I laugh because it is absurd;
The others dare not speak the word.

--

"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide." 

-Albert Camus, absurdist

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