Folded, formed, flying through space,
Not linear, not cause and effect
Antipodean karma
Central construct of arbitrary,
Of random life events
Of the inability to predict,
Or blame
Our control
At beauty in cruelty
And ugly truth of joy
At seeing the world
At folding its meaning into a portrait that can seem so fickle and be so permanent
And
In its every nature,
Define the moment.
Friday 24 January 2014
I'll trade you a lifetime of no regrets, I'll trade you better safe than sorrys. I'll trade you one drink too manys and a few wrong turns as I leave you.
I'll leave you.
Breathless with running late.
and strong with catching up.
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