Odds

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Aug 31, 2020 

The odds.
What are the
odds?
What are the
odds
of being?
Existence,
life,
sentience.
Being alive.
What’s the
likelihood?
Universe formation.
Solar formation.
Planet formation.
Life formation.
Personal formation.
All that had
to occur
for personal
formation,
existence.
What are
the odds?
Incalculable.
Perhaps
you’ve always
been here.
Perhaps
you are
eternal!
What are
the odds?

 

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