Fate has no meaning,
Yes, I dare to negate
All meanings of fate.
It is all zero,
Abundance, though.
In air and
In fire,
In mud and
In stone,
I see all earth.
All to go straight,
All to glance,
All to say clear-cut,
With scattered salt.
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