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Abstract and Absurd


That what we know so well
Yet we hardly know.
That what we get drawn towards
Or we just can’t stand.
A pleasure out of some treasure
Or some prickly pain
That all our lives we feign
But can never explain…
This, my friend, is abstract.
An eye hidden
By the shadow of an old cataract
No doctor, or proctor
Can do any good…
The mind sees what it wants to see
The heart feels what it has to feel
The cow will moo
The crow will caw
The whore will moan
Your back she will claw…
The city will speak
A language unknown
The poet will spit
And his words will drone…
Life will go on
Yet it will end.
Signals you will send
Addressed to a friend…
No one shall read
But the friend will pretend
That the language was known
That the pain did drone
In two hearts like some cry
Of the wild beast who can’t fly…
This, my friend, is absurd… 
Excuse me, friend??
You are abstract and I am absurd…
You are crazy and I am a retard…
Live on for another day
Till you can fly far away
To the land
Where the abstract absurdities
Melt into a pot of unexplained sanities… 

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