I've been mucking around with acrostics lately. And also reading Camus. So, perhaps unfortunately, this has resulted in a few existential acrostic poems. Here is one of them; it needs work, I know.
Existence: an Acrostic
Elaborate thoughts of life and existence -
Xeroxed repetition of thoughts of love and sex
Imply a plan that may not exist, and I
Seem to spend too much time on these subjects
Though perhaps its not necessary to discredit
Entire philosophical tenets, to see
Nothing is planned, just chaos to begin,
Chaotic accidents, making nothing stoic.
Except it works. Perhaps thats all it means to "be"
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