As You Swat At Insects

Do you walk with the weight of the world on your shoulders?

Do you walk
with the world
resting
on you.
Not it’s problems
but it’s prescence.
Is reality a fly
on the sweaty brow of a man
idling on the sea of absurdity?

Every story shares the same ending
Mortality.

Fill the body pages however you so choose.

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