say you're sorry for being reborn.
admit that you wanted to be ageless,
immortal but without all the fanfare.
laugh at the idiots in time.
are dumbfounded to explain infancy to anyone.
have the wish that all billionaires
are destined for lives as doorstops.
want for humans to get the joy and work ethic
of other species and their devotion to living.
wish for human experience
to be less of extravaganza.
know that religion is a form of posterization,
that 'why-are-we-here' is a koan,
as long as we are the burden of mindfulness.
maybe this is all chrysalis to you
but explanation is just attention-span relocation
and never really sight of the big picture.
and your version of aging
is just trying to fit in and get along.
look, reborn does give you options.
you have circumstances,
the oddity of intended relationship,
with or without merit.
we are the pathology of culture and circumstance,
the graphology of lives being lived in your presence,
and you as witness,
without lip-service potential.
no one would comprehend if you were ageless.
and those that know,
already knew before you!
so what is there to do about wants and needs?
how does one come to a balance-point
with relevancy?
you know the universe has no questions.
and you wanted to be here and ageless . . .
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