spin

tentatively stepping on stones of blood and awe

but this is the time of considerably more

awe of life and knowing the night sky

blood merely for asking the question why

as bald men feel for hair to tear out

and crowds open their mouths but out come no shouts

they watch you watch them watching you

to see if the signs are true

and they are, so drink the potion of no despair

drink the whole flagon dry, as though you have no care

then toss the pewter into the sea

for whilst you are you, you are still me

here is an open hand upon which sits paradise

look at it while you spin your star-given dice

©HeyHey 2013