Why is it
nothing
has happened to us?
If we were acorns,
we’d have either sprouted
or been stepped on
and shattered by now.
Why is it
that in spite of our incredible
target-ness, our being out there
exposed and open
to the exposure, why is it that
we still live exactly as we always have?
Having put ourselves
out there over and over,
expecting something to happen —
and nothing has.
Is this life? This
endless spray of non-events
and semi-happenings? Look at me —
reduced to
talking to you!
Dark Matter 
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