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I am not entitled.

I am the windfall heir

To a thousand centuries

Of toiling humanity

 

And a few billion years

Of bubbling universe;

I am one of the bubbles -

A poem in space and time.

 

To what could such a creature

Be entitled?

Who would write up the deed,

Or notarize the claim?

 

In what court of justice

Would it plead its case?

Before what judge

In star-bespeckled robes?

 

A bubble owns nothing

But its moment in the light -

A moment to dance, be grateful,

Marvel at itself, and die.