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Questionable Existence
Does the fantasy
That resides
Inside your head,
Keep you from having
To face the dread
Of an empty existence?
It is of no consequence
I suppose
That life makes
Any sense.
The earth still turns
On its’ axis.
The moon still rises.
The sun sets.
There is nothing left.
Nothing but now.
What are you going
To do about it?