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The Crash
Reality crashed - its computer
simply refused to work anymore.
We crawled out of our caves,
the sunlight was bright,
we rubbed dry eyes and winced.
Some suggested digging for minerals,
and other raw materials,
of forging a now box of perception,
we tried re-booting the world
back to the way it was before,
Others, just sat around and starved
in the middle of a natural abondance.
Some sought to fashion,
small straw dolls to worship.
It was a times of indecisive,
bewilderment.
A time when
we had to slowly patch together
the meaning of life.
Notwithstanding
all our combined efforts,
to this very day
we have not discovered
nor found,
any meaning at all.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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