It's doubtful whether flat-earth life is real
And high-peak dreams are not;
Whether we steer smoothly across our times,
Or the times are leveling us;
Whether our love is eternal,
Or prairie sex with a ring and a prayer;
Whether DNA flatly determines
Everything about us,
As if it stands for Dumb Naked Ape --
Or did we choose our horizontal truth?
It's doubtful which of us will live longer,
Whether I was a blessing or
A flat-out curse on you, or you on me.
Whether our lives and times out here
Meant anything at all,
There is one thing that I will never doubt:
You made some days on this bare plain
The best I ever knew.
Copyright 2007, by Jon Gregory. Actually written in November 2000.
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