will I become whatever I become
regardless of what I think I am or wish to be?
no
I can't see fate as having the ability to work within the interstices
of the umbilical cords
connecting me to the moments of infinitude of choice
and I choose
and I choose
and I make my way this way
the wind of circumstance pushes against the sails of my will and I travel
in another direction entirely - neither the direction of the wind, nor
the direction of the sail
it's as if those two balance each other so that the boat can get out
from under the weight of those two extremes - the completely active (wind)
the completely passive (sail) - and move, putter, cruise, bob, wobble
along getting intimate
with wave after wave
each one the memory of a wag of a fish's tail
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