Eternal Return

Nietzsche says that we live
our lives to live them again,
exactly as they were lived.
Heine says that we live again
and live a variation on a theme
of the life we lived. If Heine
is right, then everything
changes if you lean a bit more
to the right that night you sat
together on the fountain.
If Nietzsche, well, you again
ride the metro home in vain.
This is why Nietzsche claimed
the only life is the life
lived as a work of art,
in which the only possible
change is that afforded
by interpretation.
A minor character falls
from the mountain
and the protagonist
struggles on. And although
I know Nietzsche is right,
and that I am right,
in the next draft, I will
try and fail to
save him anyway.