Infinite Fickleness

 

Chance is but a fickle woman,
Like crystals of light frozen in time.
With winds of change, that never change.
Trapped in a surreal, changeless landscape,
Oblivious to the reality of life!
I wend my way like thread -
Through the eye of a needle!
Challenging the portal of infinity,
Like a newborn leaving the womb.
Ignorant of fate and all that it may bring;
To pierce through the subtle nuances,
Of the rainbow of destiny!
With subconscious thoughts, 
Absorbing sponge-like, all futures past,
Exuding futures that have yet to come!
Stitching together dimensional time,
Spatial awareness, universal existence;
In the blinking of an all-seeing eye;
Fleeting images of what could be?
Sperm racing to penetrate ova,
Subdividing intimacy of hope!
Multitudinous, cellular structures
Converging, forming, Reshaping.
Into the double helix of existence,
Through which history can repeat itself.

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