Manifesting Destiny

We want to
believe so badly
that there are
guiding hands in the world.

Even if they are
malevolent, at least
it isn’t random,
chaotic chance
dictating our day-to-day.

Looming, silhouetted shoulders
dwelling in the shadows,
coercing the cogwheels of
the universe to
Their ends.

Terrors that
slink beneath the
surface which become the
monsters we choose,
rather than face
the immutability of
the truth.

There is no sense to life
but what we force upon it,
projecting our intention on the
patterns we perceive,
regardless of the truth.

by Erik Shinker

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