Being born, really,
in the world is
tragic.
The only way to understand it all.
You'll do a lot of good in it,
but still be taken
as a stranger,
weird and too polite.
The good you'll do,
if you find a place,
chances are,
won't be fully used.
But there we are.
Incorporated here in atoms,
as if by magic,
some guide, some figure
we're built around.
Dust from fires deep in the heavens,
cold space
the opposite of all we do in life,
whether noticed
or not.