Ron Koppelberger
What Destiny Desires
Churning in tempest raptures and unyielding
Tempers of taunt, narrow season, a wish in the
Daydream loves of princesses and paupers,
Of beasts in life’s constant revolution and heaven’s thrashing bliss.
An embrace torn by the winds of attention and seared by the
Embers of what destiny desires.
The worshiping twilight in clear shades of musty
Shadow and diversions in orange ash.
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