How much of me is preordained?
drawn from the stars
planets rising, aligning, retrograde
on the day I arrived
forcing foibles into grasping hands
steady voice behind the scream
full of second chances
and a fear of battle
Where is the line drawn?
reading a balanced life
my doubts and stumbling blocks
by a man who never knew
so that I question
self-fulfilling or undeniable
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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