Day 15 ā€” conceivably

Day 2 of the festival of grief.


in an ideal alternate universe : at least one of my unborn bairns
might by now have brought : their own bubbling babes 

into that mystic parallelium ā€” so conceivably in that
painfully imagined utopia : i might even have grandkids

perhaps on that earth they started : acting decisively on climate change 
around the time my first born was : instead of stupidly kicking the can/

/iā€™m sorry : even in a dreamscape theoretical existence
i cannot conceive a humanity ā€” which would have acted