This time, I will not allow Karma to hardwire
its endoscopic reign and prevail over my lives
with archaic inflection. Here, there, and
everywhere it attempts to vacillate and coerce,
but I exist to carve it free of our entanglement.

This time, I have purpose, and it is freshly made
by these hands that carry an almighty burden.
This time, I bare fruit, as the saying goes, and the
fruit holds its own seeds that bare further
fruit, and yes, Karma will follow, to be sure,
but this time, it shall no longer lead.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 01 March, 2024