Isa in focus

For things fall apart

in the ever widening gyre

these best laid of plans

control, nothing but

life’s greatest illusion

fate, destiny, happenstance, chaos

what may you

that which may be written in the stars

or sand on tide-washed beach

that which throws the lie

life to be lived

for what of man

against nature’s fickle prerogative.


The world around me crumbles

dreams shatter, but I can dream anew

my world ends

but I am calm

not, not for new beginnings in life’s unending cycle

but for I have you.


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