POEM: The Die is Cast

is a gamble. the roll you got, or the roll will you.

The Die is Cast

So it is said
And can knot be
Taken aback
The die is cast
Weather mettle mulled
Or fortune's gambol
As if it's some kind
Of preyer
Excepting
Undertaking assent
And only wise enough
To no the difference
In forging a civil
Clear-cut as would
And certifiable conclusions
As destined to a seed
In taking that risky role
That dual to the
Beyond that singular one
Left for dread
Die, die, die
Chop, chop, chop
Yet the
The err we breath in
Offed miss judging
Won or the other
As fate is thrown
Only to give berth
To what
You new

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