Everyone’s planning
to become the fictional
heroes of historical novels
no one’s written yet.
Everyone’s
not quite
far enough
from each other.
Everyone’s
in the soup
and no one’s felt
the scalding heat yet.
Everyone’s got
a lonely shoulder and
a broken throat to call from,
though not many have started.
Oh, everyone.
Think about this:
all the people
you could have been,
and you still turned out to be everyone.
Dark Matter 
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