Cosmic Dice
Cosmic Dice
What can I say?
Yet I do,
What can I not say?
But I don’t.
A web of “nothingness wordsâ€
The ignorance-spider
spins
To snatch this noisy fly
From his tiny wings of
hope,
Now suspended, quivering in the
“breeze of opinion.â€
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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