As I dance with the Fates, I still stumble
Round life's grand ballroom - a marionette
With frayed and tangled strings...
Looking askance at facts makes me grumble
At some truth obscured by its silhouette,
Missing the finer things...
Karma loops in its phase, shifts the jumble
To reveal an intricate minuet -
Lessons from beginnings.
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