A Poem - A Late Night Consolidation

Cold can in the left hand
Blue Pen in the right
Direct and write simultaneous
Loquacious thoughts opposing ethereal
questionings -
Open up the doors of perception
Inceptions; new ideas evoking
and provoking novel imagination
Is it real? This train station
A stop called life, but what’s
before and after?
Set sail now I’m on a boat
called existentialism. What is
realism? I doubt that I
exist and
therefore have no doubt
Time moves forward
My can is finished
Nothing in my left hand
and nothing in my right

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