At this hour, in this place,
of all days on a Thursday
A speck in the scale of infinity,
a blip in the eons of time,
Brought to breathe, made to walk
unfettered by roots or gills
Led to think of the origin
and end, of all there is
Taking the trivial individuality
way past its puny premise
Of all things it is and ain't
Being human is seriously comic
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