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Is There A Meaning?


All the complexities of worries pressed into one
Relieved of the tension - never.
I read the book again
But it is meaningless.
I wonder why, what can be the reason
That leads us from a limitless pit into a limitless pit?
Can this be life?
Can this be the glowing retort of the gun?
Is there a point, a meaning to the useless degradation
Which is turning our backs against sense.