Poem: House of Cards

That life is a house of cards
Is a truism
The very cliche of impermanence
Yet we view some situations
As stable, and others like cards?

It is very hard to see
The house of cards everywhere
Especially within
The house of your own body
How many can truly
Live aware of this
And function?

But that doesn’t matter
What does, is that I do.

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