Cosmic Dice

Cosmic Dice

What can I say?
Yet I do,
What can I not say?
But I don’t.
A web of “nothingness words”
The ignorance-spider
To snatch this noisy fly
From his tiny wings of
Now suspended, quivering in the
“breeze of opinion.”
My dark cocoon universe
Has rubber walls
That bounce back from the
Whispers of vastness.
Yet even in this dry oblivion
I sense
The throbbing heritage of
Freedom’s timeless all-knowing Light
And wait (almost smiling)
For another toss of the
Cosmic Dice.

– Saurya Clark.


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