Random:

(Tychē) (τύχη)

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Can we pretend to be

Random anonymity,

And still convey the same

As if by chance,

A lighted fuse,

Runaway flame.

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Rushing through

With an abandoned hue,

Did we create

This illusion anew

Of pathless paths

And practiced math,

A “cartograph,”

A polymath,

Designed for me and you?

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Try as you may,

You find the array,

A pattern in you,

Reflected and true,

Can lead to dismay,

Bullets astray,

As you shoot away.

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Cause and coincidence

Meet on the road

And fail to see

The reflective gleam

That comes to greet

Every chance they meet.

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Nowhere will you find

This alleged pattern in time,

With no reason or rhyme.

All links in this chain

Allways remain

In this one domain,

Here and now.

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Random mine

Is pattern yours,

Planned divine,

Reckless ignored.

All the seen,

An imagined dream,

Cause and effect,

A strange dialect

Translating this

Into a particular storm,

Perfected, deformed.

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Perchance all see

The light as it seems,

But prefer to be

In Cypher’s dream

And paint the sky blue.