The Comfort of the Unforeseen
Worry
is for the foreseen;
that which we can imagine.
The unforeseen,
the unimagined,
is never worried for.
The uninvited is received
by our most natural reaction.
A credit and a testament
unto ourselves.
is for the foreseen;
that which we can imagine.
The unforeseen,
the unimagined,
is never worried for.
The uninvited is received
by our most natural reaction.
A credit and a testament
unto ourselves.
Labels: Edge of the Map, Poem

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