Fate’s Flow

The weirding way of life’s weirs
are watersheds catching you unawares,
and though the Wyrd is the true Word,
the flow, at any begging, is undeterred
while the weaving Sisters Three
dance round and round as Destiny
with a cascading stair’s cadence of song,
neither intending good nor guilty of wrong—
for the waterwheel the Sisters spin
is Rota Fortuna, which overturns all men,
whether jester, peasant or king,
each raised or toppled by that mandala ring;
thankless, hopeless, and blameless
as all gods named or nameless.

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