does not merely go on
but takes on size and pleasure
as if following its first nature
thanks to you the color pattern
of the world takes on flourish
and verisimilitude in the decisions
of animals and nations
and thanks to you even Samuel Beckett
is wicked sad but not defeated
though his picture of the gods
as somehow unimaginable just
a teenage illness he was eager to admit
without whom only dementia
and devolution would ensue
and everything really turn to shit
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Credo quia absurdum too. Or something. Lions in the dark.
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