Re/spite

In rays of sunlight
In the beauty of the everyday
I am confronted by
Why
Through the passing of days
The sum of my life is
Not equivalent to
Its potential.
As if the accumulation
Of years
Through days
Might carry
An inertial joy.
But time
Is no mathematics
And love
Has no responsibility
They are as unmoored
As I.
Alone and Free.

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