Sometimes it’s hard to decide
Whether there’s many or one
Single existential threat—
All the ways your existence
Could be ended or the fact
Your existence has to end.
And then you choose to forget,
For the moment, any threat.
The day is blue and sunny,
And your existence has chores
Lined up for you, and people
To talk to, and even now
At this late date in the tale
Of this flesh, it could be years
Or decades you’ll be living,
And shouldn’t you be doing
Something folks consider good?
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