i suppose i should
fight fascism
cure cancer
or at least use my eyes
mouth and hands and be kind
to one who doesn't deserve it
yet all i did today
was calculate the distance
from here to you and wonder
what constellations would watch
over us swimming through time
going nowhere in particular
the soft words and ghosts expelled
won't serve any eschatology
the records of this desire
won't be stripped for parts
in a banquet speech
no one toasts to second chances
yet nothing we do
is ordinary
against all unkind odds
we are
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