Theories Of Freedom Poem by Blake Nox Gama

We were existentialists
Flirting with Death,
Equilibrists in the abyss
With a burning lust
For enlightenment and obliteration

Supernovas flashing in our eyes.
Particles clash,
Morality explodes
In blood and gore—

Gleefully I read the poetry
Of absurd:
If nothing makes sense,
Then everything is nothing,
I am nothing and everything
And so I'm overflowing with sense.

Poet of doom,
Lyricist of discovery,
Prophet with no sight,
Creator with no thought—

We're existentialists
Kissing Death's
Wine stained lips
At midnight, in a neon-lit beach,
Coordinates nowhere

Set adrift,
Slowly sinking,
The sky had colors
And then
None.

We had a voice
And then
None.
An orchestra,
A cacophony

Here and then
Gone
Here and then
Gone
Flashing
Before our eyes.
Here and then
Gone
Flashing, flashing
Before our eyes.