Admitting to Fate

Coincidence is not fate

Says reality formed, looping like

Crochet work unfinished by some

Bored Deity

 

Coincidence is not fate

Says slender legs settled in a

Plastic pink chair just to fulfill

A “Requirement”

 

Coincidence is not fate

Says tired fingers cramped

Above a glowing keyboard

Hours later

 

Coincidence is not fate

Says hands quaking over a major change

Form from stable S-T-E-M to

Lilting literature

 

Coincidence is-

Says Coincidence-

Coins

Fate

This poem is about: 
Me

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