Kismet

Kismet,
Like the immutable tittering of the wind over the ocean
And the intractable essence of man himself
Always finds its way,

Unlike fate or destiny
You shape it mediocrely, unknowingly,
Releasing it upwards into non-existence
Hoping that maybe someday-
One day,
When it descends
To discombobulate your every circumstance
You barely even feel it.

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