The Margin

At the margin
Encased in the castings of the past,
Impaired of vision
If not of thought,
Or both,
Perhaps
And loathe to do but lie in wait
Of great expectations
That one calls fate
Yet fully unaware
And much too late do see
It is not fate except what fate's in thee.

 

~Michael Bahm~
 

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