by myself like existentialism is
this absurd world calls me
an existentialist
I am authentic, absurdly so
at times,
Atheism and rejection of
mores and philosophies,
might be me,
for I have found no fit,
no defining thing
that calls out to my
significance
like a poem
written coyly
or a woman's cry
in the night
sexually.
I am defined by lust and
the moment.