Humdrum

If I had a million lives to live
     and a million deaths to die
     in a million humdrum worlds,
 I’d like to change my name
     and have a new house number to go by
     each and every time I died
     and started life all over again.

 I wouldn’t want the same name every time
     and the same old house number always,
     dying a million deaths,
     dying one by one a million times:
     —would you?
               or you?
                     or you?

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