Ah destiny, you art of kind,
In batheful luck, cold in design.
Reaching for supremacy.
Upon the golden wire.
Intimate so needlessly,
A universe on fire.
Tell me were you ought,
In pestilence rebirth.
Fathomly or naught.
Seeping in the candle wick.
Swimming in the blue sea forth.
Oh so quick. How quick.
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Destiny from a deterministic view follows entropy where all returns to where it was and ought to be. lovely
Another fine interpretation. Always appreciated Sorenbarrett.
Most welcome
The rhyme pattern brought me there on top of the surging words and lines. Much enjoyed 👍🏻🕊️
Ty for reading and enjoying. Your work is much better, however. Ive worked with Dr's of English and you have a fine pen, like them.
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