Escape Fate



Escape Fate 

Walking on the beach 
In the dead of August 
I met a fish
Who told me
I could escape 
and live without my Fate
cut away from the gods’ woven fabric.
“What’s the catch?”
I asked the fish.
You will have nothing 
but your own choices
I stood stock still 
the waves lapping at my feet
and the fish long gone. 


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