invisible forces

shape our lives
draw the trajectories
we can follow
hold us to the ground
buffet us about

cause seen
only in effect
spilt milk
grass bent flat
heart torn open

but sometimes
it still feels like
we have a choice

~ april 2015 (4) ~

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