Implausible

The present seems implausible,
Yet it appears to be —
It’s hard to reconcile with
Mere probability

I know that we can’t know our fates,
The things life has in store —
But we can’t even figure out
The present

Anymore

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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