Do you believe in Predestination? 21-03-24
In the fortune teller's tent
a single dice lies,
6 faces, 6 fates, 6 stories reside,
waiting with silent sighs
for their master to again unravel their guise.
Seeker and seer see eye to eye
but with a smile
she sweeps the dice away,
hearing it tumble and roll into the night.
In its demise a seventh shall rise
who's face is marked not
with the craftsman touch
but rather her heart's hammering rush.
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