There’s no such thing
as a coincidence..
There’s only Godly
providence..
Known to the blindly
seeing ones
among us
as the thread of fates.

As I wildly grope at it,
I tremble and I shake..
Just when it seems
I see the light at last..
It leads me deeper still
into this strange
and crooked
maze.

This labyrinth
of timelines
rearranges
its internal structure
after every step
I take.
Its corridors
are convolutions
of a mind
beyond my own..
it seems to play
with me
for its own sake.

What beast awaits me
at its center?
Either my
destruction..
or salvation.
Either my
transcendence..
or The Fifth One
known as Death.

It is a still
superposition..
as of yet,
still uncollapsed.
But soon enough
we shall observe
its state?
Perhaps?