08 October 2013


We turn a few moments anxiety into fresh-faced 
opportunity to go places, meet new provocation 
while understanding nothing; it won’t be a same 
old, same old will it, you improvise - like there’s 
something hidden in the clockwork of an astral 
machine with maybe your name written clearly 
for the Gods to churn over. Imagining that your 
fate is held in celestial hands seems weird, but

Its better than dropping the ball again under no 
pressure to succeed - it’s ordained by whatever 
makes sense as occult belief we are freely able 
to imbibe without excise or control; hey, that is 
something you can agree with now, if it’s going 
to help you survive
© 28 September 2013, I. D. Carswell