Poem: Tangled Up

You should feel lucky.

All colors of the rainbow.

Dice everywhere.

No black or white.

Throw them hard.

All of your might.

Lose a game.

Gamble away.

Win some back.

Go all in.

Noise is a friend.

Odds don’t matter.

Attain the high above everything else.

Park benches feel like beds.

The inner voice within.

Listen closely.

Ride into it with eyes closed.

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