07/18/2021
Tyche
Ravaged grief from unsettled debts
Shoveling tickets to an undignified populace
Paid for by the hardend work of said without pride
The price of chance may be unsettling to few
but many will leave the heat of life for faithful predictions
Rushing from a shift longer than life itself
Brushing past many getting to the center of town
I saw groups of hundreds pacing in their minds memorizing their “ticks”
“Turn to your ticks,” screeched the grody Elder.
“Beta, seven, zero, zero, three, delta, one, one, omega.”
My hand shook violent. “B7003D11O,” my tick.
I shorted the distance between me and the front
“My tick,” I spoke loud while trying to maintain countenance
“Good good,” cawed the Elder.
Around were those that weeped. A way out was no more.
Some pushed and shoved others fell to the hope of another year
Next to me spoke a woman of unsettling beauty.
“Your chance has come.”
“Where must it then go? Have I not beat chance for my better?” I asked.
“Your prudence is known to not only your own.”
For a spell few longer my fear overcame my desires
But then I felt the stability of the frozen lake
And I felt the thrill of living on uncertainty
Wealth superseded the strength of my will
Glory came with the disgust of greed for my own money
Spring comes and melts the ice
And follows is my fall
Again the ticks come and again they go
Many receive annually but all dry out within weeks
They kill others and themselves seeing to the wonder they expect
But sanctity is a love that falls only to the wanting
I stepped though the hope of all people to see renewed life
The Elders must triumph in laughter at the fall of faithful
I saw the woman. Her beauty a terror. Her walk is without a path. Her eyes incalculable.
“Who knows you and you name?” I asked her.
“Those who gamble fate know me well.”
“Why then do I not know you?”
“Because your fate was predestined by me my dear.”
“See to my fate being better. If you are my fate then kill me or let me live vibrant,” I pleaded.
“Your death will see chance itself.”
“Then who are you?” I questioned.
“The chance you seek.”
- the Designer
