on Chance, Marshalling fate

I perused a poem yesterday that quite shook me, in a resonant manner that has my soul working and, i, wondering

The poem was a wriggling, nagging enigma my subconscious had decoded and reminded sufficiently such that eventually I was led to parse and consider what I had only heard previously -- but had latched on to, as a seductive, melancholic journey of indescript words

The song is self-purported to be 4 hours long - but then it is also poetry, written with the inherent license to kill reality through exaggeration

It is however, indeed, lengthy by my mind and filled with corners explored; rich observations that would seem beyond a single observer to even record

My vision is that poet: drinking deeply from a vast hidden river of experiences flowing and permeating our environment.

11:26 AM, Oct 26 20/20 JSM