Fate-ish
stars not so proud.
they roll to flip bells
on an idle cap in play.
mere puppets veered
by meteoric wands.
dawn, it crests
on waves to yank confused,
tripping us off
to spin and bumble.
such is life.
scrabble up, then down,
a gamble every step,
dizzy on the reel
of a sphere.
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