I asked for a womb with
a view.
Just a small picture window
to see what was coming.
Even then I wanted
to be prepared.
I think about routes before
I take them,
Conversations
before I have them
and life before I
live it.
Even the garden
Is not spared from prediction
As all I do is prune and refuse
to replant.
They think I dance for myself
But all I do is planned.
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