Friday, October 24, 2025

Fumbling dice*

 Fumbling dice*


Trained and conformed, to be in jail

It was ignorance's last chance ditch, to save its veil

But the scholar deep within said no dice

It is this time, for your own advice

You were never meant to be here, what are you for

To the Enlightened One, it must show you the door


Dom*Colucci 2011

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