Fate lined paths
covered with blood
circus clown
tumbling down
days dawn
nights come
the Fate Tree
is barren
stumbling down
the path
I have chosen
the Fate Tree
is broken
tumbling
stumbling
bumbling
falling
fading again
the Fate Tree
is dying
walking down the same street
as in years before
things have changed
I am not me
looking around
nothing familiar
until I look down
the same blood
spattered path
the Fate Tree
is dead
– Tara Marie McNeely (� 2000)
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