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Eloisa Aguirre
Poems
Dec 2019
Pandæmonium
Pan-demonic
I may know the origin of me—
my birth
And the end of me—
my death
But all that in between
I will never understand
The chaos that derives
From millions of ethical decisions
All that in between
The chaos that I currently live in
Just think about it
If I had ever chosen to cross
A different street—A car on me leading to a different destiny
Or if you had ever chosen
Not to follow your gut
We would not be here
You and I
Would not exist
The word “we” and “us”
Meaning something completely different on the mouth of the other
Yet, We are here—
Dasein
But just think of the odds
That your world and mine
One day clashed
I could have dropped out of school
Before Philosophy 101
And you could have drop out
Your Philosophy of Aesthetics class
But we didn’t
We continued to be
No real understanding of life
And still concerned to live the best one
What are the odds
That Justice would roll her dice
And dictate the recipient of my caring love?
The odds
Are there
But really
They never were
You and I
Just Us, as we exist
Are the definition of
The possibilities of the impossible
November 17, 2019 at 1:45 AM
Written by
Eloisa Aguirre
24/Gender Nonconforming
(24/Gender Nonconforming)
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