Friday, April 6, 2012

The fix

God plays dice with our
Teeth our bones drinks
Our blood like red wine
To clear the celestial
Palette while we seem
Content to wander blind
& blunder thru our short
Existence loving & fighting
Living & dying we oblige
The grand design playing
Our small parts without
Understanding the script
All except those who
Undertake to rewrite
Misfortune corrupting
The divine tragedy to
Fulfill their sense of
Worth & nothing good
Ever comes of this &
Nothing bad for it is
All foretold & thunder
Is only another roll
Of the dice & the rain
Tastes of metal &
Paints us the color
Of lust


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