Destiny

Destiny

occurs to me

moment to moment

in the statue’s lament.

A passing tourist

burst

stoned depression

with questions of conviction.

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Just a moment

If you would—

Never dread the dedications

Just a moment for a lifetime

Bubble “D” for destiny—

All suits and servility,

Master of the masterless

Hordes your own deception

Initial here to sign

This life into the hands

Of an angry world.

Not to worry—

You weren’t using it.

* For The Thursday Poets Rally, Week 33.

To Whom it May Concern

Destiny

Quite the rest for me

Put far from mine own hand

A tourist in a foreign land.

Fate

May invoke a wait;

Still, not quite the range

Or any real sense of change.

Independence

Quite the instance;

Do what you will

Any need fulfill.

Freedom

Is quite random

But worry, worry

Leaves the future quite so blurry.

Decisions, decisions.