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Ending, meaning, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, Twist in the tail, Universe
WAITING ROOM
found the Universe
lying by the side of the road
in a bad way
seemed
to have lost its charisma,
its
luster
have run
totally out of air
but luckily I
had my bicycle
and thus
a pump
to inflate it
blow it up to
old size, or maybe
something
even bigger
something full of
possibility
belief
in itself
unless,
like me
and some crazy
physicists, neuro-
biologists
it goes
down that
rabbit hole
of wondering
whether
it might not
really exist
sitting in some waiting room
awaiting full recovery