Can you chance it twice?
Do you think?
Gambling gods dice
On heavens frigid rink
Which determines the dancing fortune?
Of souls in space
Chooses nirvana or ruin
Calls the stumbling race
Is it just one and once?
Thereafter divided, celibate
The chastened monk’s
Holy tumours of the private
How many stars are mine?
Hungry deceitful, fuck me! stars
Needing cloying ones, loves a crime!
Or razor blade despairing, bleeding at the scars
Or to lay down with the next best thing
The gentle somnambulance
Withering on the ring
And extinguish fires chance.
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