Monday, October 30, 2006

FATE

It’s the same hand
but the game keeps changing

I don’t know
what it means
or what it says

I’ve grabbed every lenses, perspective, light, and hypothetical happenstance,
but it’s a mountain
gathering dust
in a corner of
my dreams.

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***All poems are incorrectly formatted. Blogger.com does not allow me to format them they way I want to. saaaaaaaad.