Time
Hooded my eyes
I was there.
The dice lay on the board
In part
In part
On floor.
Threw was a
Blockage
Right at
The very beginning.
There was life breathing.
Breathing under the giant
Tree
Where the owls roosted
And
The nightingales for
More dark
Impatient panted.
Slender the whirl of
Hope
Went round.
Slender.
As embers fading.
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