It Isn’t Entirely Clear to Me Which One of Us Is the Weird One Here
but where we would we humans be
without the exquisite frisson
of a little miscommunication?
With a “whoops” we came to be,
and I’m sure our end will be
a boneheaded accident too,
and in the hieroglyphs left behind
by our bleached bones in the sand,
those unnameable others
who come next will parse the punchline:
everything was fine until it wasn’t,
and then once again it was fine.
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