Existential by Design

We didn’t know each moment we were living and dying

Or what aspects of each the passing days contained

Our audible reflexive sighing

Our distant nameless pain

Darting between joyous moments of whimsy

And some cold and gnawing dread

Cognitive dissonance dancing

In the grey mass floating in our heads

Memories strung together as moments

Unique in their singularity and scope

The sum of our combined expectations

Equaling our constantly cycling cynicism then hope

Gene G. McLaughlin 2021

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