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creative, destiny, faith, Fate, movie, one line, Philosophy, poems, poetry, song, verse, writing
What is this thing
That we have been given,
Or gifted,
Or borrowed,
Depending on the philosophy
Or theology
Which runs through your veins –
Or perhaps because of the way
In which the wind blew
At a singular point in time?
This thing that we call home,
Or Heaven,
Or Hell,
This constant oscillation
Between the beacons we mark
In invisible ink –
The landmarks we trust
Or build our faith around,
That will lead us towards
Revelation
Or at least an end?
This inhabited shell
This organism over which we hold
No control
Or order –
A set of random sparks
And pulses we hope will connect?
What is it then
This life that can be condensed
Into a single scene from a film
Or line from a song?