Delayed Pulse of a Curse
You never know; you could possess the eternity gene.
The one that morphed from ordinary into a miracle.
It would seem wonderful... at first.
You'd become a star
a YouTube phenom
a best seller
everybody screaming for an autograph
a touch of your polyester robe
begging for the secret to eternal life.
The envy of the universe....
Delayed pulse of a curse.
You've outlived a million wives and counting.
100 million friends.
You've been to an endless chain of children's funerals.
A million sorrows that never end.
You've outlived your favorite constellation.
You're blind to the possibility of ever meeting God.
You finally pray for the blessing of a death. That never arrives.
You'd half lose your mind,
become a display in a museum.
Eventually be pitied as a freak.
Treated as a leper.
To be avoided at all costs
A never-ending cosmic flaw.
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