I looked for a sign
trying to connect with a purity
that governs and reigns
to a feel a master’s hand
upon the controls
of this chaotic machine
I believe
I smelled sage upon the wind
perhaps, even heard
a disquieting murmur
rustle through the maple trees
if every grain of sand
is numbered in the hourglass,
am I drifting aimlessly
in the wind,
a bastard folly of providence ?
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