A dot in the constellation of days,
And life goes on
Until the end and then who cares?
The unimaginable stretch of space,
The unimaginable stretch of time –
Imagine it.
Sit, slug-eyed and reminiscent,
Angry and/or depressed,
You’re just one more fragment of the world,
One more body drawing breath,
Until you don’t.
Do you do what you can, did you do what you could?
13 November 2006
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