I am baffled by meaning
Which doesn't exist; I think,
An absurd clockwork ticking
In my consciousness alive
With the need to justify
Myself to me and others,
To be able to declare
That I have substance and weight
Apart from merely living,
Moment by moment, groping
In a puzzlement of sense.
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