wisefool

Sitting
in a stagnant frenzy
of fruitless inquisition.

My mind pulsates
with existential pangs.

Will the homeostatic
nature of this temporospatial
continuum
calm
this damned
endless din
of
mortal sin?

Will it quiet
the cognitive clamor
of
the Devil's Hammer?

Tethered to my torment.
Unable to abandon
this mental masochism
of answerless questions;
yelling into an echoless cave.

A loneliness that shreds the very fibers of my beating heart with each successive systole.

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Say hello to my frontal lobe.