thinkin’ 

on, or regarding
purpose
sway
or be swayed
sweet inertia
oh! these tender,
phantom tactile
furtherings-
told as fate,
destiny,
legend among
the locals,
claiming what a we,
or I,
us, or
you
may do-
truth
be the path,
destination

and I might scoff
(and will)
on such lofty notions,
yet recall
and pursue
each urge,
every inkling,
all the times
she
passes through

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