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We are made entirely of history,
yet pretend to instantiate anew
in every moment, original, untainted.
We're told to operate in sequence in parallel,
to operate in parallel in sequence.
Not all that disappears disperses first.
The sorcery of society.  The limited
utility of positing hypotheses.  The carefree-
est careerist crying into a carnation.
To ask "Why is there what there is?"
is to ask "Why was there what there was?"
I have become the employer of worlds.
I have more openings than applicants.
Thus, and this easily, does evil pervade a heart.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.