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UNDERLYING IT ALL
The randomness of it all, the sheer coincidence . . . .
When lovely events ensue in my life unsolicited,
When invited unto turmoil by screaming Sirens,
When on certain mellow days life stands still,
Thence in every circumstance I am persuaded,
Drawn to the perception that underlying it all
Some vague and anonymous transponder operates
Decoding the essence of some metaphysical plan . . . .
Happenstances like little feather fingers tickling time.
Certain days can open a
Certain days can open a window and we can just catch a glimpse of what is on the other side, not enough to understand the view but to know that it is
there.
loved the poem :-) sue.
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Probably too deep for you to understand.