Pixilation
Perhaps life is made of pixels,
Indexed frame by frame so that the gods may
Xerox the parts they like for use
In the multiverse, ~if such a thing exists~
Likely not, but I like to think
Another me is living life in the upper
Trade winds of fortune and fame,
Intent on becoming THE poet laureate
Of the Universe and beyond into the ether,
Not withstanding the winds of fortune blow in circles.
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