Anyone lives as long as some do—
Deserve’s got nothing to do with it,
But it’s not just you’re not deserving,
It’s just lottery-win amazing.
Muse on how frail a body can be,
How many people will die today,
Not a few of them in accidents,
Violence, more or less instantly.
And yet here you are, digesting this,
Somehow having arrived at this place,
Knowing less than you’d guess how you did.
Even if you’re young, if you’ve never
Moved at all from your ancestral home,
You can pick a minor memory,
Throw darts at elderly calendars,
Spin random number generators
To land on some day you remember,
And then contemplate your connection
To the trivial human body
Who happened to survive from that day.
It’s like excavating the feeling
You had once in a half-forgotten
Dream you woke from asking, what’s today?
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