What eats me up about this
Human world is that I can
See clearly what an absurd
And trivial collection
Of pained brevities
It is, but I am also
Not only a part of it
But mired in it, dependent
On it, on all these people
And all our human nonsense
That constitutes survival.
To be human and to fail
At being human
Is to be human.
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