Short odds
biased selection
Pining for Big Dice
To bless a
new direction
Hold on
wasn't I
already on this trip?
Saying
tell me what to do
to the Slip
No answers in the
Old Tomes
Books of
my days
And even a
Double nickle back
Hits some haze
And still the Slip
burns bright
shines behind my eyes
Whispering
all the other
Slips
were lies
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