Like the seers of old

I see things coming:

heartbreaks,

absurd situations,

ugly episodes,

tragedies

both

private

and macrocosmic;

and like those hapless

seers of old,

there’s not much,

if anything,

I can do

to prevent

these tragedies

from playing

out

while the gods

and goddesses

look on

cold,

indifferent,

or non-existent,

as I stand

or fall

on the

raised altar,

a sacrifice

to pay for

the insipid lust

of the ancestors,

who,

after centuries

of hard-fated

tragedies,

and silent deities,

might have

known better.

 

— FB

 

 

 

 

 

 

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