to be or not to be

it was the innocence
of a question
that floated across me

‘would you rather..’

like an oversized bubble
readily iridescent
on its surface

‘live for ever..’

hiding a universe
of existential depths

‘or to never have..’

that stopped me short
I shirked only for the time
it took to breathe

‘been born at all’

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