It is with a great degree of diffidence that I approach this piece. Or should I say pieces. The first part of the poem seems to hint at the inevitability of fate only in the sense that we are complicit in narrating that story. The contrast between the two lives is quite remarkable, as it speaks to those polar opposites that exist.

I would assume that the second part of the poem speaks to how imprisoned we are to fate. The reckless and the circumspect are both playing their role. We are all mere mortals chained to time and place and fate and shit hitting the fan is the best illustration of this. For what can we do about a planet that is dead.

That is just my two cents. I assume that I am way off, but this is what the poem means to me.