permutations changing everything
chaos for instance in pinball playing
myself the ball and the gamer playing
my destiny is oft invisible as the plain
of my being is rocked and lurched
vigorously lights out TILT! game over
the person playing my activity dead
before dropping to the concrete
penny arcade floor in uniform a war
casualty lost or missing in action No
it was St. Louis and my father saw
the event vibrant in moments his friend
electrocuted by faulty wiring
electricity coursing through his rubber
soled shoes not me but him the gamer
of me dad.
Lessons learned in time age forgotten the intention of dad to keep me from touching anyone vibrating only using a nonconductive instruments like a dry mop handle if wet will conduct the electricity deading me do not play savior or sailor of anything or anyone doing so is deadly especially for me or dad or the player of everything or anyone who wishes to do what they do. The savior in me always steps up eyes spinning both vibrating and jiggling upon the penny arcade floors of existence and . . .
Time is never still Like a river To enter it one my choose to either stand move forward or backward The moment never the same From that moment Before or Afterward the sailor remains the same but the river changes and the sailor once alive is now dead meat wading infinity or crossing the river Styx the ferryman collecting his quarter the price of admission from under his tongue the sailor
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