Making Love With Fate Brought Me Here

Looking down her back from behind,

Just to look up her nose as she rides,

Poetry in motion is what it's called when Karma arrives, to leave you breathless and your name frozen in time.

Eyes close as I write and my mind gravitates to Zion.

In this heliocentric world I'll be so eccentric even if I follow a path paved by someone else.

While the critics are just vultures at the steps of God waiting to be raptured when I show my cards,

A royal flush every hand... What are the odds?

One in two-million five-hundred ninety eight thousand nine hundred sixty

It was less likely for me to spawn.

Yet here I am, a young god coming of age as if infinity wasn't behind my eyes.

It's no wonder in this world I feel like so many want me to die.

I'm glad I got six and seven on my side.

Some get sent to heaven while some are cursed to eternally relive life the cycle will just repeat,

Until someone decides its over.

'Til then I'll just be me and keep describing life as I've seen through my own I.

Maybe at the end of the road we all know what being immortal feels like.