Dice Poem by Andy Brookes

recompense for life is takingcurvaceous bends blindly;
no crystal balls nor inept future gazing, we walk always blind.
love is never, I would say, straight forward, always queerly fraught.
we step out on limbs or thin ledges whilst juggling on a unicycle
a great balancing act frightening and exhilarating if you don't fall.

walking on hot coals, aflame and daring we glide ginrerly dancing
fearful; as always failure lurks.
we become lion tamers risk takers.
the Muse laughs with her sister fate, all for all, she says
but.................one roll of the dice, if only.