Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Perpetual Resurrection

Live too long and you lose the power
To choose how you would want to die,
But you can't know long's too long,
And that unknowing's the real rub.

One born of a human mother
Might live to torture another,
Kill another, betray hundreds,
And so on. That one waits for you

If you linger. Or the landslide,
The automobile accident,
The damaged cells in defiance,
Rapacious parasites' triumph.

Whatever. You're one more cycle
Of homeostatic furnace
Or thermodynamic cascade.
Aren't you special? Well. Aren't we all?

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