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This Is Supposed to Be Deep

I stood beneath the metaphor of dawn,
while time unraveled softly in my hands,
each second dripping meaning,
like honey from the universe’s forgotten spoon.

The wind whispered philosophies,
it clearly rehearsed beforehand,
quoting silence as though silence,
had signed a publishing deal.

A lonely cloud contemplated existence,
with excessive sincerity,
hovering dramatically,
over the symbolism of my coffee.

Somewhere, a bird declared destiny,
in italics.

I nodded, understanding nothing,
but feeling very intellectual about it.

The pavement remembered history.
The lamppost forgave regret.
My shadow achieved enlightenment,
shortly after lunch.

Everything meant something;
the crumbs, the echoes,
the tragic posture of a chair,
facing slightly away from eternity.

And I, overwhelmed by significance,
wrote it all down carefully;
so future readers might whisper,

“Ah yes...
this is deep,”

while secretly wondering
what it actually meant.

 

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Prize Prompt: The thing that tries too hard to sound profound.
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