Sometimes the most common things
Are the hardest things to see.
Take it from your mind. Take it
From your dear old me.
Ah, the strange things that happen
Once you start thinking
About probabilities
When infinity’s involved.
Everything goes to zero
That doesn’t make it to one.
There’s your soul, your whole,
A final quartet, unstrung
Instruments under nimble
Fingers performing as tongues.
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