a symphony

orchestrated through time

slices of a sculpture

stacked one atop another

mimicking the way forward

the whole

is more than the sum of it's parts

woven intricately

by the hands of destiny

you feel the tingle

as you brush past a node

are the spaces between freer, more fluid?

or is the structure rigid

an ice crystal

is it played out

every note

according to the page

Comments

threekeys on April 14, 2018:

I liked this poem. Touching on destiny and time. Important questions we ask ourselves. I dont know if we all get to realize our destiny. We may just be searching our whole life.