“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friday, February 3, 2017
super-natural and extra-ordinary
Most mistake
miracles for
just coincidence,
which is ironic
as a rule,
coincidence is when
the obstacle is dissolved entirely
just solutions remain
concentrated ad-mixtures
of luck and faith, a coupling
tangled making waves
turbid in the wake
hours
that cannot count stars
that doubts itself
clear enough
for the common kind
of man to consume
as pure prophecy
by numbers.
It is possible,
it was more than probable
that this kind
was a miracle
of just willful
coincidence.
Painting by Jean-François Millet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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