thumb twiddler ponders the universe

thumb twiddler ponders the universe.
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he just sits there for hours.
twiddling his thumbs
and
biting the heads off flowers,
wondering why he feels
so numb; (or deprived of
heavens powers.)

myth and meaning both
mean something,
but its nothing to him
anymore,

another meaning to
spout and dispose
of in
place of other
meanings
now adored;

the circularity is
maddening.
because it leads to
the construction
of a
Square Box to live in

without really understanding
whats
Happening.

(is ignorance bliss or sin?)

he spins and spins,
imperfectly
attempting to
perfect a perfect
circle
till the world is right
again;

but..
others are still others

and

he dreads to be Another
Other

who completes this vast
absurdity,

in fact it makes
him
want to
SCREAM!!!

(or just twiddle his
fucking
thumbs and dream.)