Bring me about

Bring me about

Spin me around

Turned on my heels

Until the truth is faced

Square on

If I can see it

And know what it means

If it is not absolute

Shadows may obscure

Its nature

Even an acceptance

Of what it may not be

Is a way of avoiding

Ambient possibility

You are not here

There is little hope

Life is not what I make it

As that presupposes

I am fit for purpose

Not a series of accidents

By design

Though the blueprint

Is nowhere to be found

Gathering dust

In a cellar somewhere

Awaiting an objection

It is too late

Inevitability

Is always going to happen

Which is one truth

I have yet to disprove.