Here,
At the diaphanous
Borderline
Between self
And other,
Ego wanders
And wonders
How the fates
And furies
Battle out
Destinies.
Is it ours
To be one,
Conjoined
In time,
Or is there
Yet a cruel twist
And even if,
Accepting this
Or that result
How much or
Little
Are we master,
Mistress of our fate
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