14 February 2013
Two dice, thrown blindly Three times every day Of my life, and every time
I throw two ones. However many Times I try, each die comes up One and One. Like a rhythm, like a
Drum, beating the tune of my life like It was Valentines today so I thought I Might try something new, something
That wouldn't end in the result of Two dice I held in my hand, tight while I climbed up inside The Shard, 87
Floors of glass, reflecting my hand, The viewing platform approaching fast, And at last, here I am, the top of the
Tallest building in London; me, with my Two dice thrown down, done with Fear and expectation, but also a
Sense of ultimatum. Two dice fall at twice the speed I can Charge down so I'll never catch them
But they will not break, so if I can Just see where they land I know I Will finally rid myself of this damn
Inevitability I have of eternally throwing Ones heart is in his mouth as I Find those dice have landed in the
Gardens of St Paul's Cathedral, I spot them easily; they are twice the Size of me now, puffed up if you will
With self importance and an odd Sense that the corner of one eye of God is mildly interested, or incensed
With this show of pure trickery, but I know it's no joke; these are Two dice, thrown blindly
Three times every day Of my life, and every time I throw two ones. However many
Times I try, each die comes up One and One. Like a rhythm, like a Drum, beating the tune of my life like
It was impossible for me to ever see Anything else other than two dice Staring at me with two ones
I breathe, I sigh, I laugh, I cry I kneel, I try to imagine my life Without two dice showing two ones
I can see the two dice now, and I can see the numbers I have thrown; Two ones; two faces; two people
Two hearts, ever repeating love Tumbling numbers, from Heaven Above, ending always in one on
One. Two. Three. Times a day I think of her, always Lost in a double singularity of love.
Two Dice • Opuss № I