To A Fortune Teller
Read the sad-looking ones a grim
future,
They'll never believe you.
You see, they're swimming -
And swimming, however poorly,
Is directed motion.
You determine motion.
You divine its purpose and sway its ends.
You deem the swimmer either a
Survivor or Navigator
And paint the impressions on the water.
But I'm with you, dude.
Their future does look grim (wink, wink)
And is ultimately shaped by their memory of you:
Their outcome equals the opposite of your forecast squared by the fallibility
of their memory divided by the satiability of their spirits....
And you're playing it, my friend.
Intuitively and informed by tradition.
I caught the quick memory game you
bantered with the last one,
That asymmetical rug design bit -
You can't teach that shit.
You ride that thread of fate,
That slight fissure that wafts through lives
And knows no impedance.
You know that the very force that
would prove you wrong
Will always prove you right -
It has no choice in the sorry matter....
Solid, bro'
We're hangin' tens down the destiny pipeline, you and me.
We're the non-swimmers......chillin'
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