Due to a
profitless surplus
of data,
the fact of the matter
is no longer
eternal,
and your belief
is an option
just waiting to be chosen—
like a message
from a corner of
an origami fortune teller:
"Don't count on it,"
one says.
"It's your destiny,"
reads another.
But everyone's favorite is
"Ask again later!"
*
The full implication
of your will
to exist
is bound-up in
the significance
of whatever happens next:
God-as-momentum
exerts power
over time,
and moves without friction
across the face
of the waters—
or else,
two single cells
consent to share a nucleus,
multiply
from floor to ceiling,
then come
to a consensus
about what to name
the thing
they're feeling.
