How Was I to Know???

How was I to know,

that every single thing I’d ever

do or say or think or feel or dream

was already present, to the letter, spelled out,

right there in the Rootabaga Stories,

exactly as I (centuries thereafter)

did do it, said it, thought it, felt it, dreamt it?

How could a body have possibly known that?

And so, like a fool, I lived a life all over again,

exactly as predicted by the Potato Face Blind Man.

~

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