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.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
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.
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