own your wyrd refrains the gods in my ear
and nothing more; it was goodwill that lent
me the lesson after the double knot
in the dress i just bought was the same kind
of crooked i had tied and untied lots
before; it was black and green too i mean
what are the odds? i am remembering
the web pattern, the chlorophyll inkblots

i already rejected before and 
wore in another worser life and i 
am caught up in the reverse miracle
of it all i scramble to behold it-
the off center bow, recoiled and relooped,
loaded: the same test over and over.