testing fate

It may be best to
let this chance go by
Just to test the fates
There’s no such thing as
Meant to be
But in maudlin states
Where senses and tastes
Conspire to ensnare
Our dwindling dignity
Making us dream of infinity
Distilled in a bead
Of sweat, dripping
Onto an ocean of sheets
Tumbled in shame
With no one to blame
But fate’s gossamer tapestry
Woven in boredom
To cover the sandpaper sky
That threatens to file us down

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