there is a beauty in that which is;
a beauty that overcomes the ugly
in all that is
when you net the sum of all things.

i am overwhelmed
that in a universe where
an infinite number of potential people
do not exist –

i do

and with such odds
there is an infinite chance i should not
there is an infinite chance you should not
and yet we

are.

what is that but an impossible reality
lived out now by you and i and us?