The condition: deprivation of rest;
The Will refuses to surrender, to momentary death.
The Volition is in a casino contest;
Craps is played, with each conscious breath.
Sleep is synonymous with grief,
It is our clever, friendly foe;
Pursuing our days without relief,
Until the final fatal woe.
This she-wolf grasps and doesn`t let go;
Sleepily, the Drive – drives on to Paradiso.
Chancing, gambling, rambling words are the bets;
Chips are bids, placed in the quatrains, and couplets.
Every preceding roll of the dice,
Represents the respite`s sacrifice.
The Attention is playing against the house.
The Moirai are the fateful dealers
(Clotho and her fellow wheelers),
Each hot streak they attempt to douse.
Luckily, the maiden Tyche is our spouse;
So even if doom, spools in the loom
(Even though, in the final game, we all must lose),
This bid (currently dealt) ends when we choose.
Composed By: A.D.
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