What if Fate’s effeminate,
frail, rangy, quiet, shy?
What if it looks nervously,
unknowing, at the sky?
Perhaps it has a marionette
resembling itself
to play out little scripts it’s kept
all piled on a shelf –
attempts to sort out this and that,
to see what it might do
in cases of catastrophe
and other things to rue.
frail, rangy, quiet, shy?
What if it looks nervously,
unknowing, at the sky?
Perhaps it has a marionette
resembling itself
to play out little scripts it’s kept
all piled on a shelf –
attempts to sort out this and that,
to see what it might do
in cases of catastrophe
and other things to rue.
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