Poetry · Writing

Straight Through the Fork

Never saw this path-

hidden under rubble

under a table

couple sugar packets

a signature feast

but this is the one.

Never felt a route like this

believe or believe

only two choices left

garden of eden

apple for feast

but this is the one.

Never one even close

sacred and unleashed

carrying the weight of the world

for two of these

under oblivion

but it’s our time.

Never questioned why

it happened under our breathe

silent yet dangerous

a higher order or power

that set that meeting

a fateful day

but it’s not over.

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