On my last day
on Earth, you'll wish I wasn't
such a coward
who dreamed
of sequences viewed
out of order,
and squandered your predecessors
begging pieces
of advice
regarding things being
other than they were—and
how to get there.
But you'll only have
a moment, so
you'll have to be concise: just say
I never learned to see
the beauty
in what's necessary—
which would have to be
the first, if not the only
prerequisite
of any
life worth living
twice.