That’s the thing about living
That tempts us to speak,
Medium-sized animals,
Hungry, greedy, horny, scared,
As if we might know something
About fate: we have to wait.
It won’t speed up or slow down
For us, although it’s always
Speeding up and slowing down.
We’re not bred to know
We have no control,
But observation’s angels,
While we’re waiting, teach us doubt.
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