subtext

we both opened to this page

as wind wanders through woods

we listen past the calligraphic

swirls for meaning’s whispers

to momentarily manifest

a palimpsest to discern

alternatives do not exist

like choices and the illusion

of chance not to claim fate

by any means one can create

as one can until possibility

exhausts itself into being

what decision was made before

is as irrelevant now as then

for argument belies an ability

reasonable and well-informed

to exist beyond the rational

line which connects me to you