Devil's Advocate... Prêcher Le Faux... Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

'Two roads converge', said he, but she
on other bandwidths meditates
prior to stating priority,
strategic plans contrary fates.
So spins Time's wheel: here amity,
there love, confront as second states
mock head's tale. Linearity
unlocks no door but generates
confusion self-sustained which key
free-will acclaims, anticipates
tomorrow's brighter destiny
may map Life's lost co-ordinates.
Will often will shrug off restrictions,
still, seldom still: Man's contradictions.

(27 July 2008)