Laplace's Children

like a stain upon the land

a drop of sunshine

this chance is just this thing

a thing what we call...

 ignorance

ignorance

before light spread widely

across the land

precious

unaffixed

dearly

eventually

grasping

living

as a stain

upon the land

unpredicted. . .

down to zero

so we live 

so we live our lives

(upon the land)

Author's Note