Posted on November 14, 2018 Featuring at Honey.
As between grand events and those that are less grand; or as when the Greeks described fate as a thing of substance, weighable on a set of scales, pourable into steep urns -- one for happiness, another for woe -- and the urns tipped accordingly by Zeus as, from the vantage point that only a god can have, he saw fit -- which is only a way of understanding fate, not a form of acceptance, not a road to get there.
She wanes while my father waxes.
Next: Finish as many change poems as we can.