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Improbability

There’s something strange
Improbable about —
Being at ease

Within a stretch —
Of pitch dark
Nothing to see

In utmost uncertainty
How rest —
Could come to be

Confronted with
This ungraspable
Unknowability

A minuscule flicker
This body —
How at home

Could it ever be

It couldn’t —

There is
No possibility
No probability

Unless rest itself
Were the dark
Body —

Improbability

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