A Game of Chance

talking to the ghost
who speaks in tongues—
flames indulged
and torn in two

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pulled down
among the darkness
from where I came
and where I’ll go

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a game of chance—
you laugh in my face
as you drown
in the River Styx

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the impact was red—
orange mixed with light
fallen in a cryptic grave
and saved for many lives

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chatter, noise—
the pot boils over
and spills for the rats
who've made their mark

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lying in the blue
shade deep and dark
rest without saints
the blueness all around