Bored and bemused at work today and this came out...
Existential Poem # 1,954,987
From Abyss to Abyss
And between, solitude of experience.
Isolation of the subjective.
For anything shared is distorted through the prisms of what came before.
Randomness exemplified, patterns made by chaotic happenstance and adherence to iron laws.
Fracturing experience into unique response.
Shared experiences transmogrified to islands of seclusions.
Having common only the ground submerged by the rough oceans of heuristic mechanism.
The only succor, myths and untruths.
The patina of meaning stretched taught over the lattice of absurd compulsions.
Here I walk in the now, the only place that exists.
The past only legend, the future only rumor.
Mine not to chart the course, merely to revel in the movement.
From rough birth to dusty death.
All the time in the world.
Abyss Now Abyss.