Absinthe's rampage

I am so tired...

...of moral dilemmas,
attacking me in this three dimensional theatre
maligned by time, exceptions and rules,
expectations, disappointment, betrayals
and inability to be whole!

...of all that could have,
might have, should have,
been
and what was not!

...of infinite spirals and circles,
beheaded thoughts, perpetually murdering each other
in a grotesque motion of senses collecting non-undeniable data
with their bare hands!

...of puppeteers and their puppets,
posers and their prose,
pretenders and their thrones!

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I disgust myself most for playing part in all this.