Do you ever begrudge Fate
For your gifts?


9 responses to “No

  • dtdeedge

    I met a master yesterday,
    And saw him with his craft,
    Master watching master.

    I was a master yesterday,
    Acknowledged by greats,
    And lauded by my betters.

    I hated Fate,
    When I saw him touch his art,
    And cursed the gift I had inherited.
    I cursed.

    I will again be master.

  • dtdeedge

    Why are you hiding here?
    No one will see you here,
    You won’t even remember this tomorrow,
    And no one will read this here,
    These words are the literal definition
    Of futile,

  • dtdeedge

    You think this is invisible?
    You think,
    You think to hide here?
    To where have you arrived to have to hide here,
    In the comments?

  • dtdeedge

    Watch and see,
    Someone will find us here,
    Another hidden clue.


    Please leave a note,
    A key.
    Corant and Analbeth,
    An invitation
    To Simon’s Farewell.
    Thank you for coming.

    We are all free now.

  • sonmicloud

    “Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.” – Franz Kafka

    sonmicloud leaves behind – a key, wrapped in ink inscribed parchment, in a frigate, in a bottle, behind the woodshed.

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