Fate

1.

So you have broken the world

now what will you do with it?

Shattered and scattered and

scarred, it spins onwards

through space.

Will the sun swallow this child?

Or will we be splattered

past the howling winds of Saturn

to the deep dark loneliness

of the outer reaches?

2.

Not glued in amber

nor frozen in ice

Not impaled on stakes

nor entangled in the web

Not caught in the trap's jaws

nor entombed in peat bog

Not lashed to the whipping post

nor yoked to a shaft

Not fixed to the anchor

nor chained to a rock

Not any of these suffice to hold me:

except the darkest wall of despair.