Sometimes, human
Wants and wishes
Froth such a mess,
Ginumerous,
Boiling kettles
Of soap bubbles,
It’s not only
That they all can’t
Possibly be
Granted—they fizz
The world senseless
With stochastic
Kindness, random
Meanness, confused
Bequests. Want’s why
Grace can’t make sense.
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