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What does it change?
Dec 1, 2020
I’m not one that needs to know
whether this is real or not.
I’m not sure the answer changes
anything for us humans trying
to keep our heads down
in a cosmic shooting gallery
before our brief little view
blinks without permission.
Our brains are born to think
ahead, to map all paths, to set
unique expectations, and judge
small progress by what future
we find least disappointing
while those most in harmony
bathe naked in some present joy.
I bought a new bathtub to be
just like them, in the steam,
naked, hair slicked back,
holding the door with my foot.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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