destiny walks in the familiar mall
with unknown kind and colour
dress, dodging me always
lest i stop to converse with her
forever she remains hidden
to my eyes like the hiddenness
of my own soul so close
yet unfamiliar as hiddenness
of that life-giving life
blinded to my mind, intellect
with neither logic nor vocabulary
to affirm or deny with confident collect
14.08.2012
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