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Sep 2016
It may be that all
that some are delegated
is tragic ambition.

And it may be that a
mercantile exchange system
shouldn't be the arbiter
of who lives
and who dies.

And it may be that you
and I have noticed
diminishing returns
on all our investments
in Someday.

And it may be that things
continue to happen to my body
that I wasn't planning
to have happen.

And it may be that Time
has only small plans
for us:

that we are ants carrying our green burdens
skyward

endlessly,

up that precarious

impassive

furrowed

murderous

tree.
Ira Desmond
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Ira Desmond  37/M/Bay Area
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