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Potential
One day, he awakened from the entirety of his earlier life, Only to realize that he, By having procrastinated, temporized, and failed to participate
In the great and echoing celebration of human existence, Had forfeited, sacrificed, pissed away The potential for invention and discovery he'd been born with.
In truth, he'd been destined to develop movable type, Explain gravity, electricity, relativity, the circulation of blood, Construct the "talking machine," the personal computer,
On and on and on and on and on — psychoanalysis, Trickle-down economics, big-box merchandising, Coke, The Indo-European language family, flint-struck fire...
Awakened to the phenomenal failure he'd made of himself And determined to do something radically grand, Something that would brush the dust from his dust.
At dusk, he dressed his nakedness, in his janitor's coveralls, And stepped in front of the 5:08 bus to work, The one he'd missed for the past sixty-five years.
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