an almost blind belief
in the magic of destiny.
The righting of an injury.
I was appalled
such injustice
To show me what I would want
and could not have.
Now nearly mine.
Twisted trick, mad conjurer?
Or the readjustment of
what should be
with what is.
Frozen on the tightrope.
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