The darkness slipped inside me
at the end of a knotted winter scarf
slung over the dilapidated door of a
hotel room.
There swung the jerking feet of my
hopes for faith, love, brotherhood and
a well adjusted childhood.
It took me decades to understand
that you can't change the shifting
hands of Fate, much less the accidental
slip of the foot.
No, really.
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