the word spread ignore the dead
all dead children would have died
there was nothing to be done
accept your fate pray to god
fate
nostradamus note #4…
fate is an excuse
to deny one’s involvement
in their own life’s course
progressive…
the same fate awaits
we’re all terminally ill
admitted or not
passages #1….
tomorrow’s doorways
to unexplored paths of life
are fate’s one-way streets
sometimes they’re forced upon us
sometimes we open the door
death by delayed …
in hand dried flowers
promises made to yourself
crushed by fate and time
anticipation…
waiting
for
the right
time
the right
opportunity
the right
twist of fate
that yields
control
to me
before
it’s all
gone
the same fate awaits…
these pages
have not always
been empty
i can see
where they’ve
been erased
the imprints
of other lives
are here
i can make out
some partial names
and
several dates
but
none
are distinct
in today’s light
perhaps
if i write
my name
in the margins
it will not be
eras….
