I think of a million lives

A million lives I could’ve had

Each breath the intake

Of a different universe

An infinity of ways

Of journeys

Of roads

Of bodies

Of anything you could imagine

And what you couldn’t!

Then a moan and a gasp and

Why this one?

Each day I awaken in a new dawn

Of the same old universe

Particles recycling till the end of

Not even time, what isn’t made up?

But I keep gasping to life

In one life that a million

Could have took

And shivers run up every spine

At some point

Couldn’t my hands have too if Tao was any other tao?

Then a turn and a sigh

Why this one.


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