Surely
to feel the reality
like astronomy
bearing down on me.
Like the gods crying
catastrophe;
will I burn in hell?
Well we’ll just have to wait and see.
My bad luck
is my new ‘winning’ streak
But every breath - I breath
still brings life to me.
But when I die, I pray not the eulogy:
‘Here he fell
- downed -
by his ego’s philosophy.’
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