Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

Life's Mixture

I sit in a nexus,
pulled by instinct,
  by conformity,
    by inspiration,
driven to the path
by exterior components
        and happenstance,
the perfect equation
    for coincidence,
the exact calculation
      for this instance,
tasting
  of a mixture
     of déjà vu
 and spiritual divination,
to be the student
         or the teacher,
the true path of life,
     to speak 
        or listen.
The breeze carries so much,
  downward spirals,
    daunting plateaus
      inspiring elevations,
experienced
  by all creations,
background,
          and frontman,
scenery, 
          and the show.

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