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REAListic optimIST
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shades of grey shedding meaningless light on my already darkening soul;
color chaffed away leaving only a skeleton, a void a hole.
i look to the horizon, hoping to see the meaning and birth of all existence.
i now know that the sun will never rise again; for our sins we must all pay penance.
i remember when sulight did abound - creatures living happily, or seemed to be...
until the nuclear holocaust, oh the colors! and all that survived was me.
what did i do to deserve this fate?
is it still earth, or my own personal hell?
i was usually a good, kind person, and most things i did, i did well.
so why, i ask did i live to see this lifeless wold with such monotonous tones?
i think i would much rather be a pile of worm-eaten lifeless bones.
so to this world i say goodbye; to its now gone grass, its trees, its sky.
but i'll always wonder why i am here instead of being human nuclear smear.
and why i was chosen to live this day while the world's destruction was underway.
and just then a light appeared! (i thought the timing kind of wierd.)
color again filled the sky with cuschia, teal, red, and white.
the most spectacular display i'd ever seen - but i woke up to find it only a dream.
or an illusion, a trick played by my mind's eye to keep its host, me, alive.
but for a second, i stood in utter awe seeing something i thought i saw.
what i'd waited for all that time was played for me by my mind's eye.
that's what life is all about - knowing things and finding out
just what your place is on this earth, and to show the world just what you're worth.
spring, 1992
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