A Thousand Times Or So
Only a thousand years ago
there was a thousand years to go.
Tomorrow is an unreliable date,
a note pinned to a dead body.
If the less prejudiced mass of humanity
turns to starry-eyed true-believers
then unicorns may outnumber regular horse,
penguins learn to fly
and pigs fall from the sky.
The impossibly possible made manifest.
Nobody can say for certain.
Reality may at last stop quick-changing
in a dark closet at the end of the universe.
Maybe an alien traveling circus will arrive
and we will finally figure out
we were them -
clowns all along.
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