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Cogito Ergo Sum

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

If not alive, than what am I

What is this world if not sublime

It must be real

These places, faces

Human races

Where they go and what they do

I wonder to the point of pain

And spill it from this point of pen

For me and them and her still there

In each full page from her blank stare

Concluding in those eyes is where

I come to know the meaning is

Of meaningless without her kiss

But emptiness is my purpose

It's cancerous, without remiss

Black holes within this plotted course

Yet still my trails are blazed with force

Of suns and skies and mountain quakes

When God beneath my feet forsakes

My brothers, sisters, still they bow

All I can do is question how

And why and what and who, where, when

Does this journey ever end

Or just transcend beyond the tombs

The answers are they set in stone

An epitaph of flesh and bone

Alone I've tread questions engraved

Upon the masses' minds enslaved

Until they deal as I have dealt

Until they dwell as I have dwelt

In universes I have felt

The bloodshed of these battles fought

Eternities in instants sought

Out to share these lessons taught

To will to life my conscious thought

surreal poetry

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