Poem: When And Where
Windy today, as I plan my way in the world – you can’t ever quite plan to be hurled toward your destination, at least not physically.
The psyche is always being pushed and pulled asunder – regardless of whether you believe in God’s special brand of thunder. You end up where
you are in the world via a series of plans, many of them being ones you never made…
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