Wednesday, November 06, 2013

2.917 : 11/6/07 : The Stakes

Bow down to the intrinsic nature
of this fire
The danger’s always looming
and the stakes are getting higher
To have is to have more and more
to lose
No matter how I tilt that cup
I never could refuse
And it would be a shame
to let this anxious flutter
impair the joy of having
one small jot or flutter
The stakes are what they are
the game is played by all
I only guessed I wouldn’t be
So long perched on this ball


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