I wish it weren't so, but
Imprecision's the hallmark
Of reality.
Nothing passes in units;
Only in partial units
Is the world measured.
I've experienced being
The fragment of the poem that
Ends the Jarmusch film.
When you have no choice, you choose,
Like a good stoic,
The choice that's been given you.
I just wish it didn't mean
I had to choose an ending.
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