the moirai whisper, heads
bent together as they
map out your life
from start to
finish.
but what if you aren’t
satisfied with your future —
do you leave it be,
knowing it’s best to
not anger the fates,
or do you argue your right
to a life
that has not been planned?

Out of reach,
I stretch,
but still
this craving
cannot be fulfilled.
waiting
on fate; selfish ******
-always wanting more.

Our lives are the purest form of poetry,
Each moment is potent,
We are the cosmos in motion.

Some people believe in fate,
I say believe in flourishing; ask yourself:
What doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things?

there is only one truth
not the multiplicity of alternatives you managed to conjure
nor the distortions of fact and self-prostitution you fostered

there is no truth
in hiding behind the facades you have crafted so expertly
a face for every situation and a situation for every face

tell me what did you think you would achieve
was there some master plan in your minds
when you orchestrated this elaborate manipulation

did you ever expect that these worlds you created would collide
drawn together the seemingly unrelated
pulled along paths
by the magnets sewn in their lining

there is truth in the divine order of stuff
that right there, that running thing
pathetic
there is only one truth
and it has just picked up your scent

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