an arrow or two (with no bow)
pointing any/all directions,
the answer eats its tail in ecstasy,
all eternal ceremonies re-exist
and never arrive, always on time
cyclical singularity hatches
our mother, fate, found in mirrors
graced by invert eye
so she kisses and blesses
both lost and found,
time spews forward from
her heart, pierced by

We write our lives
Our hands control letter threads,
weaving them into destiny.
Swallow the ink,
Inhale its fumes
Find comfort in the path,
Find dreams. Record what you see.

Every blink is a photograph
film streams behind my eyes
As I remember what I wrote
When I controlled my destiny.