The Jovian Nature of Fate
If I were to tell you its name
then it would and will exist.
You might think only in your mind,
but no
if two minds see it then it will appear
In the small print of creation.
Here is a simile or a metaphor, probably both:
if a crow comes to settle on your roof
then a goat will eat up your garden,
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the fear of it
will keep manifesting in small ways
until random goat piss patches
will ruin your lawn.
When I informed him of this notion of mine
his hat (a trilby),
began to quake upon his head,
he spluttered in disbelief
but I could already discern that soon
his hat would catch fire
under the blows of destinies
jocular lightning bolts.
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