What we call Fate is probably chance 
working backward, 
time itself spinning around the cogs
to align the stars and planets,
to re-arrange the tides to match 
the exact Fortune the lives we’ve led 
demanded, and if it’s so, 
then the universe was made to carry 
the blame of its own entropy, 
the hand that stops 
its own body’s bleeding. 

By Heidi Turner