May 08, 2010 20:21
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Each moment dangles the promise of hope
Laughter and joy like a karmic dice toss
The price to play the game is certain pain
Hearts will break and what’s loved will die
To dream of stasis is antithesis
To hope for escape is still to hope
Fortuna deals from the bottom of the deck
Pandora gave her a good reference
Still it’s the only game in town
poetry