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remember your finitude

you can’t live, constantly thinking

a baby grand’s about to fall

on your head. can’t always be

scanning the horizon for tornados

like a human doppler radar

there is a difference between

black swans and white

foresight and paranoia

the latter borne of compulsion

a recipe for worrying to death

life is not a communist party congress

filled with five-year plans

uncertainty a beast

that cannot be tamed

beyond checking the forecast

and buying insurance

besides, you deserve joy

as you wait for the axe to swing

to see the future

as an unmanned fortune

a carnival of self

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