Things happen, my brother,
Like the chair that loses a leg
When it’s your turn to sit
Or the sparrow flitting in the evening sun
Whose poop aligns so well
With your freshly made hair.
Things happen, my brother
In that second between action
And your planned reaction
Between the promise and the failure
That causes your mouth to open
Things happen, my brother
Out of the blue
Out of the haze
And sometimes clearly in your mind's eye
You know it will happen as it will happen
But not in the time and not in the space
Things happen, my brother
Life wanders as it ebbs
From minute to minute
Before a final accident
And then hopefully
You are at rest.
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