It’s easier to not exist,
And yet existence does persist.
Although I cannot fathom why,
I cannot rest unless I try.

To wonder why or how or when,
Such is the way it’s always been.
As we orbit upon this ball,
It seems odd to exist at all.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine Fall 2017 and again by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal July 17, 2020)

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