As I understand it, I am being forced
into spacetime,
constantly exposed to all its manifestations

By a simple automotive analogy
I am an old Volvo Amazon
from the age of free speed,
expected to demand of myself the full elegance
of a modern electric car’s humming comfort

I “stumble over the unreasonable”
and its ever more densely scattered caltrops

I stumble over “ever higher degree”
and “ever lesser extent”;
while possessions take on the character of an estate

Life expectancy & chances of survival
tremble at the cuff,
and probabilities often fail to answer

Fate considers itself, rightly, challenged…

Yes, spacetime is beginning to suffer a shortage
of both space and reprieve

It is probably the end of free speed