Fate

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In the end it’s chance and energy

With their intertwining chemistry

All the rest is just my human search for sense

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How the wind blows, who is where

What’s when, all the whys are something I invent

Time moves forward while my truths flail far behind

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When my understanding has no base

Just the fantasies of our human race

Made-up truths and convoluted fairy-tales

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Can be hard to face the randomness

With our cortex tuned to making sense

So I write some narrative I understand

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Hawkins holes, big bangs in empty space

May be truths we find it hard to face

But belief in magic will not set me free

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Kampala 2018