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Sep 2017
**** these ****** toils, over & over & over again -
well, looks like i'm all alone, and there's no one
forcing me to roll this rock up that ****** hill -
might as well sit next to it, or across from it,
and simply look at it; i'm bound to find thinking
entertaining - there must be a circus
of giggling mimes and weeping clowns up there
in the stratosphere of abstract...
i guess people rarely treat thought as
an inanimate object,
     never || (pause) button -
always narrating, but never writing a book -
always "that" agitated thought - the blooming tree -
  the insipid monotonous cartesian
re- (short of an -s) -
      how "original", to have "sinned"
by simply repeating - plagiarising -
  the supposedly "original" sin?
the gods became bored; and my,
what a heavenly tedium, that they decided to hint
their boredom by claiming
atheism "thinking" that would spice things up...
now they look down and exclaim:
great! just more of pompous
knot-it-alls... oh, right know-it-alls...
back to sisyphus - o why didn't he start
contemplating the rock?
after all, sisyphus
invented the concept of a philosopher's stone.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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