Greetings and Farewell, and Hello again

Into the miasma of conditioning

You're borne.

A plethora of bodies,

Chemical, all, at war.

Influence, influenced by

That vacuum of choice;

As deep as sleep,

As relative in kind.

For fate is not built,

Nor prescribed,

But shaped

One consequence at a time.

A misstep,

A revelation.

True elation,

Sorely bereft.

The apology,

The abortion,

False modesty,

Contortion.

To promise,

To know.

To be honest

Tomorrow.

To promise this,

To learn to lie.

To witness bliss,

To watch love die.

One more intrusion,

One more delusion.

Sorrow that ends,

Death of a friend.

Superfluous,

Serendipitous,

To lust,

To trust.

And death,

What can be said?

An end,

A breath?

Fate is opportunity spent

With chance to marginalise.

Oversimplify to sympathise

The end that is meant.