How it had come to this, he couldn't guess.
His loving wife caressed him every night,
Blonde and miraculous. His child was bright
And handsome and a prodigy at chess.

At work he met with nothing but success.
His innovative architecture won
A European prize. The job was done
On time, on budget. This was happiness.

How had it happened? Who could do the math?
Out of a billion billion negative
Possibles, he had found the single path
That led out to a life without a sting.
His shadow selves in their alternative
Space-times continued in their suffering.


If you've any comments on this poem, K.M.Payne would be pleased to hear from you.

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