Philosophical

I am about 400km inland
Walking outside at night
A seagull is laughing
Out of place perfectly
I remember the beach
Day time South Africa
Best memories of youth
Summoned by the gull

I am in my flat kitchen
Checking a plastic bag
It contains some carrion
Perfectly being cleaned
By squirming maggots
Disturbingly they are grey
Expected them to be white
Everything has its place

I listen to the music
Everything must play
Like the sum of angles
In its total must always
Equal to a 180 degrees
The prettier she is
The greater is her power
The destruction she brings

I looked on with great awe
At how my dreams are flimsy
And the want of man small
How temporality defeats
Even the most ancient star
How no victory means I win
That it sucks to be a loser
And how I will always love her

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