Hard To Know
With Time all things fail
The noble and the cruel.
The clock is invented, forgotten
And invented again.
As beauty fades, so cancer grows.
My non-existence precedes my life
As my life pre-dates
The resumption
Of my non-existence
And the question of:
Would I mind? Or Do I care?
Is subsumed beneath the weight
Of my lack of choice
About any of it—
The life, the death,
Or the rest.
The car that hits me
The car that swerves and misses
Both unasked for—and
Out of my control.
The illusion that we
Can schedule time
Is like the illusion of self-control
Or control of others—
Yes, here and there
Now and then
We decide—but whether
Our decisions effect
The chaotic flow
Of all else, undecided—
That is hard to know.
© June 16th, MMXVIII by Xper Dunn
