There would be no answers to these questions.
What won’t happen overwhelms
What will. There are so many
Alternatives through living,
So many things might happen
In the days that don’t exist,
But only just what happened
In the days that are finished—
It’s a good thing, all in all,
Our imagination’s weak,
Ghostly scaffolding that looms
Endlessly into shadows
In ranks that fade to black.
There are no alternatives.
You’re always just what happened.
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