I leave it all
up to fate,
theses rainless
days ahead.
These times
before me
ripple with
possibilities,
echo with
the sobbing
sounds of
possible failure.
Our ancient
mysteries
are to remain
mysterious,
just as the powers
that be need
them be.
Most answers
to unasked
questions
prove to be
unkind.
I focus on the
art
and the
occidental sunset,
that is for
me the only
for sure thing
to come.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
I leave it all
up to fate,
theses rainless
days ahead.
These times
before me
ripple with
possibilities,
echo with
the sobbing
sounds of
possible failure.
Our ancient
mysteries
are to remain
mysterious,
just as the powers
that be need
them be.
Most answers
to unasked
questions
prove to be
unkind.
I focus on the
art
and the
occidental sunset,
that is for
me the only
for sure thing
to come.
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