In shadows cast by fleeting time,
Existence weaves its twisted rhyme.
Silent echoes of a purpose lost,
A dance with the void, at what cost?

Whispers linger, questions persist,
In the hollows where meaning twists.
Stars above, indifferent eyes,
Witness to our futile cries.

Philosophy's maze, a relentless game,
Seeking truths, but finding only shame.
Illusions crumble, illusions stand,
In the vast desert of the cosmic sand.

I am but a cipher, a transient breath,
Caught in the dance of life and death.
The puppeteer unseen, pulling strings,
As we ponder on existential things.

In the theatre of the absurd we play,
Mere actors in this cosmic ballet.
Words entwined, a paradoxical thread,
As we grapple with thoughts in the darkness, unsaid.

Thoughts dance like shadows in the abyss,
Existential waltz, an eternal twist.
Yet, in the void, a spark may gleam,
A glimmer of purpose, a fractured dream.
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