This day, this hour,
this minute, maybe this time, only,
there seems no outlet for the power
he briefly possesses.
He wonders
that, and if,
this could be true.
Answering big questions,
he wishes himself
to center stage,
a great console of buttons
to direct, discharge,
otherwise control the surge
of his own humanity.
Wonders if this be
his sole immortal moment.
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