fate's encounter

Saturday, September 4, 1999

On a night as blue as a forever rain,

spinning winds of fate in a web spotted drops,

walks a beauty drawn chiseled force and damaging bearing.

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Not a beat of heart or a blink of eye passes

before his tumbling heart falls before her sculpted feet.

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As his blood ceases to pump and

fields of cotton sprout on his tongue

their eyes meet like in a choreographed show

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All of time waits the darkening sky,

the lady judges and weighs—

he smiles and casts his wager as hope’s spring splashes his quivering lips

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As the coin flies through the air and

fate’s web slowly coalesces,

another dream passes before the crooning sky.

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