threaded through our veins

If Fate is threaded through our veins

from toes to nose to fingertips

Destiny and Chance interlace

and stream in torrents from our lips,

then perchance it is in vain

I ask to grant my life with Change?

Oh how simple it all seemed to me!

Twists and turns to metamorphoses

One thing that I did not know:

the seeds you sow

in due time will grow.

If Fate is threaded through our veins

from toes to nose to fingertips

then prophetic muses cannot proclaim

or inspire me with luscious lips:

in fact perhaps I’ve cried in vain

asking the thing that has no name

to grant my life the space for Change?

If Destiny meets Prophecy

and leaves no room: Intimacy

the cloud goes dark and starts to weep

my head is full even in sleep.

For is Change good or is it just

the way things go, as they must

can one be changed too much?

It is a dangerous game I play

too close to the edge they say.