You who are about to
be over looked
in the heat of, the joy of
the argument
the intangible
I cheat you out of
innocently
and with regret
for such is the spirit
of the law.
*
The mystery of all that is familiar:
the living maze
of the moving fingers
which determines
once and for all
the fall of the dice.
Endless nostalgia
for the concrete
something we could
sink our teeth in
the accompanying
story
of it's remarkable properties
to amuse, to astonish
to ease our
suffering.
*
To you who remain
a probability
strict condition
of the invisible
variable of the imminent
I make these offerings.
*
Because the light is always with us
and the hush of an early morning
time propitious to plain speech
space between the premonition
and the event
the small lovely realm
of the possible.
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