Was the premature
superposition collapse..
a judgement lapse?
Or was it always meant
to go this way, perhaps?
Was it the will of God?
Or not..
Or did The Devil
force my hand?
Or did my luck
run out?

Truth is..
We’re free to wonder
ourselves to death..
About the truths that
we were never meant
to fully comprehend.

We observe
only a narrow slice
of our present
as it unfolds..
I place my faith in God
to be the arbiter..
of who is meant to fall away.
And who is meant to stay..
for future me to hold.