“If you gain, you gain all; if you lose, you lose nothing.” (Pascal’s Wager)
If you could toss The ceaseless dross Of smooth & secure Trivialities For rugged allure Of frail certainties, How much you would Allow yourself to bleed In the revealed Realm of pestilent blows As the gloom flows Over your hopeful wrists? * Please, fill my fists With thorns of "no". Am not unworthy soul, I'll take it whole With dignified grace And ensanguined gratitude. Don't fill my eyes With poisonous cries Of ignored plea. I'll not forgive thee, But willingly forget Till no dust is left Of the cranky spell Cast upon myself By an eager fit Of own delirious pith. * If you later dare To remotely care, When later is too late, Better inscribe on a slate Of godly faith A taintless "adieu", don't break The serenity of missed fate.