I had a vision once--

Where did it go?

It was just smoke and dreams--

The inability to distinguish fair from foul

The inability to acknowledge the error

Of fake comprehension--

A lifetime's worth of wondering

"Who am I?"

As if all of us were perpetual

Teenagers in wrinkled bodies

Facing the next round of blood work

Amazed it has come to this--

As if we had a codicil

Absolving us from nature's laws--

I had a vision that has become

The reality of my reckoning--

Now I know I do not know

Now I see I could never see--

And the longing to pass

Is almost irresistible

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