Truly impressive how one's ethereal mind
processes the empirical facts of life.
What of an allegory of waves
losing their limbs? Such metaphor,
drains my cerebral matter of its gray hue
and my skull splinters just enough
to ooze the present commentary
while the tip of my extremist dexterities
impacts through the keyboard
these observations.
When time comes I'll imagine
your horned cranium mounted on a plaque,
its brass plate hailing,
Here lived Sartre's clone.
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