Were Not

Throw black bones,

With eyes white,

Onto your red square.

Read the signs –

Match your possible futures

To your more probable pasts.

Ask your silk wrapped cards

To speak of your now

Winding on to your when.

Move.

Be.

You make your own future,

No matter what is suggested

In the entrails of birds,

Or the roll of dice,

Or the lay of a few cards.

You were not

What you will be.

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