The Pattern of our Choices

He looks back, and he sees the way
He’s traveled to the here and hence;
The byways of desire chased,
The stark dead ends of consequence

A pattern in the choices made,
The each-new-time a once-again:
He sees that character is fate,
And where he is is simply

Who he’s been

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