I tend to see life in two realms: the “billiard ball” world of determinism, this reliably follows that, the science-y stuff of life, and the realm of the spirit, which is about “invitations” to a higher place that cannot be forced but where the best stuff resides. This poem is one take on this…
Soully by Invitation
They proffered
To nail it
Down with life
Though not a ware
The deference between
A given
And givin’
Soully buy invitation
