I don’t know how I can manage to be sane
When my thoughts are constantly compressed
Into
Variations of sequences which have occurred
Already or just preparing
To fully engender
I
Wish this process was easier to process
Humidity of these days evaporates
And leaves us here to choke on
The humility
Of our plebeian unawareness
Of matter as such
Which allegedly created the meaning of this all
but I don’t want to fall
Again
Into the abyss filled with my immature nihilism and rejection
of essence as such
Where all the hideous things from the past
Ceased being damaging but mutated
Into something like a reminiscence
of a dark comedy film
where every character feels
Nothing