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Dogs 2018

FATE UNMADE
(8/18/18)

waiting

waiting

waiting
for a clue
to our
destinies

for the stars
to design for us
some personal
constellation
of calling

for the wind
to blow
a direction
of vocation

what
are we
supposed to do
within this grace
of existence?

at least
within the
limited construct
of society?

on most
days
simply realizing
this living miracle
seems enough

however
civilization
points us
toward more

history
tells us
that some mark
should be
made

still
we see
no answer

nothing
stirs a passion
within us

as we wait
with each
dying breath
for life
to happen