As for me, unwritten bites of
Sound and blurring blends of black and white,
The journey up and down made
One wonder
If the players played the game
Or the other way around

Rolling the dice with intentions undetermined
The dance eased on
--Push & Pull--
Marbles gravitating and compressing,
Dividing and merging--
Til cross-eyed observers forgot what they're looking at

Accidents and ignorance
Paved the way
With unexpected blessings
As the seeds of unintended
Consequence
Blossomed
in the Fertile Fields of Fate  .  .  .