~~~
I meditated in a shivering desert
and slept under an ozone sun,
I cried in a broiling jungle
and like that time
when I began to train Rails–
when a pressure like a sweater
clung to my elbows–
I waited
for the strings of fate
to nudge me
somewhere,
puppet me onto some path
or tell me that
something I was about to do
would have
major, world-shaping consequences.
Instead
I got
nothing.
~~~
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Jordyn Saelor 