Amor Fati – “Love Your Fate”, which is in fact your life
– Friedrich Nietzsche
In a café house, I met God
he wore grey hair, a top-of-the-line coat
meditated in the Himalayas in Mumbai
he saw the rock glow, filled the tables
I met God, and when God tried to read my mind in the Mexican desert
I fought him the hardest
and the warrior retreated
We passed the wine bottle, Chardonnay, and he paid
nine-ball hustler in pool halls, making money off the unsuspecting
and he was a healer, mafia man named Joe, and he took care not to forget
and when the gun went POW, ha you okay kid, he said
he swore back, and the cold feel, the cold pistol on his head
and he checked my state and I knew his better
putting my hand over the drawn face of a forgotten person
put my hand there cause the truth was hard, old aged hustler, forgotten by his whores
And I could not look at the image, it hurt too much
and I saw the hustler, swindled money from anyone
and he was my twin, melted in aged hotels, he loved me, and I him
and I leaned in because I heard him before he spoke
and he said I’d either love him or hate him
I nearly flew, I hated the inner begging for more – more God
a sign flashed in front of me, Maya, stop the road blocks
and I ran to sun in deep desert rain, and I told him
and saw them around me, my lineage, fifty men of strong
and I was taken, I was taken and I never wanted to be the given again
and I heard him in the strange light in my eyes, saw a car door open
“Neti, Neti,” I yelled, “Neti, Neti, I don’t want to be what you say I am”
and he said “Amor Fati” and I flew over the rails – his last hustle
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