if the universe
were a packaging machine,
would we have a say
in how we were picked up,
folded and flipped, traversing
axes we only read about
in engineering
textbooks, so that
when you and i bump
into one another
in the middle of
grand central, time
is meant
to stand still, nothing
breaks, and no one
calls for the job setter
.
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