There Is No Fate Poem by Aaron Brown

Flitting amid the bright lanterns
of stars in a winedark sky
is a way to live and be
for backyard moths and I —
Driven to erratic and seemingly
random dives and suicidal turns

And the focus shifts...

Drifting among the firefly clusters
of galaxies swirling in eternal night
seems a fitting way to survive
for those spirits beyond our sight —
In the spirals of midnight they thrive
drilling in their unmarshalled musters

And another page turns...

Intoxicated by the scent of Eternity
the world spins its youth away
drawn onward by whispers of twilight
from the darkness following day —
The shifting future twists at Midnight
and where it turns lies Infinity

And a hand closes the book.