There are changes and then there are changes
in the effect of our chosen poles
as we have pulled away
and the sway of the constants have
become an equinox processing
out of time--
o cursed spite. Some
out of the box logic
muscles in to set things
orderly
but not right.
To be is inevitable, to act
a tactical flex of volition in
a potential less pre-determined world?
I am tired of mourning
a future I did not invent
nor had the power to circumvent, a course
still unborn yet believed
conceived under an ill-fated star.
Perhaps we are better than
we think we are
not bodies in some static field
but inertial forces that will not yield
to a temporary flux.
Me and Isaac and Eve splitting an apple
while others are splitting atoms and hairs.
I feel like Schrodinger's fox
I care and I don't care--
running the feline software problem on
loyal canine
hardware.
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