When conceived
I slipped unceremoniously
from one universe
to another.
When born
I dropped rather loudly
from the second universe
to a third.
When dying
I will hopefully
ascend into yet a fourth,
a beyond-heathen plane.
If returning
to repeat the cycle,
I hope it is to
a different planet.
A planet where travel
is truly acknowledged—
at least by the engineers
of universe one and two.
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