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Peripeteia & Exegesis

from The Swerve by Just Me

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Without dark, the sun burns out our eyes.
You’re the men in the cave, I’m the bat at night.
When you cry at the idea of one, I sigh and yawn at sun.
My back against the wall of this open field, at least you all gather before you yield.
We all know collectivism kills.
Is altruism really how I die?
It’s for the tribe?
I find this contingency impossibly necessary.
I’ve seen the bisected horizon dichotomize, sitting still in inquiry, on a rock in the mouth of the abyss.
If I’m from the cave why doesn’t it now all look the same?
Am I clinamen or brownian?
I’ve gone from dark to iridescence and still don’t know the difference between truth and recrudescence.
Born from foam, If pedesis in tautology can lead to catalyzing teleology...and I am that single perturbance, quale...I’ve solved the hard problem, and it’s all ineffable.
So why are you still here, afield?

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from The Swerve, released July 28, 2022

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