History sometimes
Neither rhymes
Nor repeats itself;
It simply skips a beat
Or jumps from one frame
To the next
To the next
And it’s up to us
To master the timing
So we're prepared for
A series of acrobatic leaps
So we're prepared for
A series of acrobatic leaps
Back and forth
Along the drala
Along the drala
Agile and quick enough
We navigate merrily
Among the adjacencies --
Of what karma
begets
And forgets amidst
This plenitude
Of suchness --
Each offering up
Its own rendition
Of a present tense
Every moment
We journey upstream or
Sideways like a crustacean
Moving by fractal advance
Across multiple fronts
Still comforting ourselves
With the conventional
Wisdom that our destiny
Is singular and not diverse
Is singular and not diverse
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