In the grey night under the green lights

sitting alone in the black city

they would starve for a cup of coffee

trying to unfold it with their mouth.

Blending the powder with water and ice

and letting the coldness through their lungs

like a wounded CD they would repeatedly ask,

“What is the reason for living this life?”

The thrown away packages and emptied

coffee cups would lead them to seek for sense

under the blue moon where none is արթուն.

Out of silence, they would hear

“Welcome to your recoffeeated life.”

You have failed to fulfill your existence.

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