It seems my body’s doomed to fail;
In that, it’s like a spark
Which sets out on a blazing trail
But ends up in the dark.

That makes me question consciousness;
I can’t believe it’s true.
I would have thought what’s measureless
Had better things to do.

However, that’s the nub, right there,
Of what this life’s about:
The fact it breaks beyond repair
Removes all trace of doubt.

And so I view my “tragic flaw”
With favour and a sense of awe.

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