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It happened, it’s over.
It happened, so it’s over.
In irreversible sequence always,
for that is the rule of this lost game.
A trite conclusion, not even worth writing,
if not for the undeniable fact,
the fact for ever and ever,
for the whole cosmos, which is and will be,
that something truly was,
until it passed,
even the fact
that today you had dumplings with fried bacon bits.