Absurdism Period. 2023 September #002. In the carousel of amusement, a fingerprint in the salon air, cycles twining in a plural dance like Siamese whorls, and there's no square. Tabletop reality spins, spinning yet, a gyre amongst, A burst of shadowed laughter echoes, an absurd ballet is flung. Take a seat, take a cycle, join this folly of flux and shunt, where the day's veneer peels back to reveal truth's dappled hunt. Reflections mingle, asymmetric in their mirrored spin, pouring forth from a warped chalice, where creation sparks within. Gyrations in the parlour, on-table entropy abounds, revolutions whirl among us -- yet not one single sound. This tapestry of amusement is but a cycle repeated, In the salon of absurdity - quietly undefeated.
