A short poem by Jacob Peacock about fate and life.

My time grows short in the dream that is life,

I look and see a shifting landscape of perspective.

Blurred are the boundaries of the real and unreal,

Lifting now is the veil of time and certain space.

Unfolding is the ever expanding future of chance,

Governing the hand of fate as it renders the Now.

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