Looking down
a hallway
dimly lit.
How many years
mine rings with
as I sit?
It emanates
I think,
a more neutral
recognition
of that which history
is subject to.
Fate.
Circumstance.
Ignorance,
Consequence.
And
an eternal,
powerless
vigil.
Yet,
I remain here
mesmerized.
Why, I wonder,
did it not
speak to me before?
You know,
it is eerie
when Fate walks
a Muse,
discussing...
you.
Playing tag
with Fate
always leaves you...it.
Perhaps,
I should just
sweep the floor.
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Author Notes
Ah, yes.
When it just comes to you.
I hope you enjoy.
my muse's enigmatic proclamation.
Oh, BTW, that is my hallway.
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