i suppose -
each span of time should be held with equal consideration.
what authority -
do we own -
allows discrimination of day,
of hour,
even moment of life?


at what point do we realize the blessing,
rather than lament the supposition of - (perceived) oppression?
birds fly and we envy their freedom.
the sun shines and we contemplate the suggestion of clouds.
we fill ourselves -
involuntarily -
with living,
yet commiserate with the eventuality of our demise.


indifference -
we wear,
as if it were our shield.
unaware.
ignorant of the possibility -
the only war -
waged willingly upon the plain of our inconsideration...