Ourselves We Do Not Owe

a revision

Ourselves, We Do Not Owe

Like a prophesy recursive, the present condition will frame future chance

with a dependence most sensitive upon the initial, same, unknowns

So my projected, misinterpreted, sometime wrong exquisite dance

may be damning me as surely as if I was Dylan's Mr. Jones --

--- at least he knew. Or didn't. The heart confident & loyal

may  all too human be, perverse, perfection find in such;

but: he damns himself who thinks it curst, yet watches water boil -- 

for watching changes nothing --- if, in fact, you watch.

"...Fate show thy force

Ourselves we do not owe

What is decreed will be

& be this so..."

William Shakespeare 

Twelfth Night, or, What You Will

Original subtitle, now academic:

On The Prospect Of Making The Virtual Real, 

or, A Formal Informal Pre-Introduction, 

In Which, Significance May Be Found 

Of That Subtext, Indeed, To Which Contexts Refer