Everything happens once. Nothing happens
All the time. Everything is the weather
At the moment, and nothing is the climate.
The people you know and care about mean
Everything to you at the moment. People
You barely know are out there, your species
Of culture-addled apes, are nothing, really.
Don’t worry. These palm fronds glum with snow
Will be surviving heat and drought tomorrow.
Don’t worry. Everything can count on sorrow.
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