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When they look back on earth, some will say,
as they relax, there now being no night or day—
only sleepy waves of blue dreams lapping,
beautiful music almost drowning the pleasant chatter—
isn’t the phrase that captured humanity the best, this one?
“But even so, it doesn’t matter.”
Yesterday, I overheard one say to another:
“But even so, it doesn’t matter.”
Whatever the world says in secret does apply to you.
As I continued chugging along, I said to myself,
“But even so, it doesn’t matter”
is probably, of all phrases, the most true.
“Probably,” I said. I don’t live in a dream of dreams.
I had to say it was “probably” true.
I live in doubt, where things do matter,
where music surrenders to endless chatter
and documents and footsteps belong to you.
