Sisyphus' Eternal Return - Sometimes Myths are True
Albert Camus consoled himself in hell
at that heavy rock
with poetic, beautiful words
because he didn't know
what he was looking at.
He squinted and saw
artistic shapes of orange
that he thought was a painting.
But when the picture became clear
to the followers of Christ,
it was night
and flames were held
behind an unconsumed fence:
the separation...
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