Game On
Press Play,
But don’t rewind
Time is a circle
It doesn’t matter if you try
The dice will always hit the floor
You will always pick them up
And roll them again
Constellation I (Orion’s Belt)
Prizes, consolatory ones. I can name a few The big ones are treasures beyond riches They are named love, hope, dreams And in their eyes, Our humanity reflects back at us, —the best gift. No matter the mood: They are accessible So You open the chest You expect Pandora, We are trained for the worst, after all: Fight or flight, all a fright But instead, you get —festival of the highest order A loud moonless night engulfed by the Milky Way And Earth’s buzzing darkness At once dangerous with its Silvery lichen, Vulnerable, finally, with its Green, soft night moss Nature’s rave Our Universal dance All that is known, the biggest expanse Laid right there, bare before your feet Begging for your touch But instead of plucking off The smallest piece, One star Or even a twinkle Knowing that’s all you’d get An...
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