Jungian Serendipity
The telephone rings and the voice you hear
Repeats the thought in your brain:
Just synchronicity, loud and clear,
Links you on some esoteric plane.
It’s not telepathy, mind-to-mind,
But incalculably doubtful odds,
Defying coincidence, like a blind
Toss of the dice by the gambling gods.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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