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Sunday, April 14, 2013

a poem...


A Cordial Reply to Thomas Hardy



And it’s strange to say, my friend,
     that all that is is forged through chance
accretions, changes lacking all
     completion, formal happenstance - 

more likely, is it not, that chance,
     in all it’s variations, forms
return upon return, until
     each thing to its end conforms.

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