nail
doesn't find you.
the stiff
sharp point of a spike
uplifted
from the floor
by age
and time,
the softening of things.
you find it.
with the sole
of your foot.
it's not
fate, or karma,
destiny,
it's none of those
mystical things,
it's just a nail
you stepped on.
get over yourself,
the world
here
and beyond does not
revolve
around you.
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