NOTHING MATTERS ANYMORE

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Nothing matters anymore.

Submitted: December 03, 2011

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Submitted: December 03, 2011

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NOTHING MATTERS ANYMORE (The futility of all things) The seams ripping apart because of the process the continual process which becomes a rape in and of itself trembling hands and then a peace a flat line an acceptance in a living dusk brandished around in a mindless carousel of thought emotion and pain and it slips out forming new substances to slip on and finally fall and when the dust settles there's nothing better than a long nights restful sleep finally burned out over the course of a millennium and tumbling down a mountainside buried in rubble the catastrophe is in itself the worst part and the teeming up to the point of breaking and that inevitable fall all things eventually fall and to develop a slow motion drowning sickness to fill in the gaps before the inevitable shattering and breaking apart the fate of all life quantized and simplistic a burning point a senseless flailing and coercion to a vanishing point and we all flat line guilty, separate, tears, joy suffering, agony, callousness depression, difference, the same a single moment, a speeding up, a droning on and we all flat line if only any of it mattered and it all does it all doesn't a sequence to destruction in a realm without a choice the bridge across a loss in time and whoever has the most toys in the end wins nothing the serum to which all equations answer their fateful calling and the vacuum drowns it all out and stops it immediately fantastic like an explosion in the night you can see its three distinct parts the opening, apex, and settling all wayward and confused a silent junction to mimic our every move and tap dance on the graces gone by did a lie escape my lips? as I flat lined no one noticed


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