You Decide How

~ To Influence Uncertainty

We are the residues of habits that led

To our existence. We are because of how

We now are likely to be. What would become

Us became the reason for the production

Of us. And you say the future can’t create

The past? You are the nothing that shaped your past.

Might as well pray. Or consult shamans, prophets,

Political pundits, hedge fund managers,

Rabbits’ feet, ghosts of your recent ancestors.

After all, you’ve inherited the impulse

To attempt to influence inherently

Uncertain phenomena—inherited

That impulse after ancestors abundant

In that impulse entangled your existence.

It works, after all. Not as often as hoped,

But often enough to keep lineages

In play, to date. Uncertainty is the truth,

And our pasts continue to conform to it.

 

~ Nothing Is the Whole Point, You Jest

Of the excitement

That presages death,

Only the frightened

Fully comprehend

How earthy fate is.

You can mean a trip

And can mean play, too,

Just the same as you.

You make the trip, play

The play, and they’re you.

What drama you are,

What an adventure,

But only as you,

Fey, bored, frightened you,

West lost in the sun

On your round-trip home.

You spin to your core

And you have no point.

You’re as modular

As counting by clocks,

Beginning your end

In your beginning.

There’s one tiny hole,

One null, from which you’ll

Fall, through which you rose.