The Last Man(Poem)

Between the hedges of heaven
I stand tall
with careless hopes
and clueless morals.

Dear Lord
Nietzsche claimed you dead
but as a humble human
with Sisyphus existence
how can I?

The clouded conscience
The sanguine silence
The good-byes I had with my dreams
and the delights I had with my dejections
can never let me
question the philosophical suicide.

Perhaps Camus is right
What counts is the years
not the tears.

Here I am
under the dumbly umbrella
loving the immaculate destinies
ordained by the Omega and Alpha

Just partaking
in the cosmic play called
”Eternal recurrence”

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