Poem: Outcomes

Outcomes

Their is not a space for anything between
and it is not going to be there:
either it is this way
or it is another way,
and any other way
is far away, is so different,
shares nothing
that is needed.
It is not possible
for it always to be this way,
but it can be, 
if you choose that,
it is a possibility.
I suppose it must be.
It seems rare, though.
It seems too rare.

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