Fortune - First Edit

[beaufort]

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Fortune - First Edit

Impartial winds prop up the old and leaning
then turn their backs and blow them to the ground.
Ironic or sincere? Blind to meaning,
nature neither fickle nor profound.

Torrential flood submits to desert drought,
warm island disappears in shifting sea,
the innocent will suffer, die for naught;
fate does not remember or foresee.

Oblivious, we walk in smug conceit,
though nature does not promise any day;
surprised when troubles force us to retreat,
when what was solid suddenly gives way.

We travel here on steeply inclined planes,
struggling with imaginary reins.




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Impartial winds prop up the old and leaning
then turn their backs and blow them to the ground.
Sincerity or irony? Blind to meaning,
nature neither fickle nor profound.

Torrential flood submits to desert drought,
warm island disappears in shifting sea,
some will suffer, others die for naught;
yet fate does not remember or foresee.

We walk oblivious in smug conceit,
though nature does not promise any day;
surprised when troubles force us to retreat,
when what was solid suddenly gives way.

We travel here on steeply inclined planes,
still struggling with imaginary reins.