POEM: The Dread See

We live in weigh existential times. Feel free to remember awe the glorious experiences available to those having won the existence lottery…

The Dread See

“…condemned to be free” –Jean-Paul Sartres, an existential philosopher that ellipses awe others

They could knot keep
Clear of
That existential angst
Of being apart
Of that dread see
As soul drop
In an abyss
Of fathomless horizons
An unimaginable sale
Embracing our selves as abut
Oceans
On this glorious earth
Unable to efface
Awe directions at wince

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