here we are in poetry

I take my safety by finding the storm’s eye and
following it until the whole thing cools off
but I’m a particular kind of weird.

Inspiration’s awesome
but aspiration’s a load of crap.
Help others burn brightly,
don’t just burn bridges to keep yourself warm.

The bad news is life
isn’t as weird as we hope it to be.
The good news is it’s
consistently weirder than could ever be believed.

Devote your mind to
protecting yourself from the worst-case
and eventually you’ll want it to happen
so you didn’t waste your time.
Eventually
you’ll try to make the worst happen.
Consciously or otherwise.

Consider quantum immortality
on a global scale.
How many times would we
have already destroyed ourselves?
How many times has everything died
and reality split
leaving us to somehow live
like Schrodinger’s Cat
or at least its better half?

Every time it could have gone wrong
it did
but on the coin’s other side
we happened to survive
we happened not to die
or anyway I didn’t
because when I see the storm
I quickly run to its centre
and that’s where I hide.
It’s done me well so far.

It’s done me well so far?
It’s done me well so?
It’s done me well.
It’s done.