The games we play
occupy our attention,
give us chance,
to entertain and refrain us
from certainties. We gamble
to participate in our fate
in the end, the outcome,
the odds
on us, against loss.
We leverage the inevitable,
predict the unfathomable
and recognize our own home range,
stable-steady,
gait in the headlong stride
of the dark horse.
-just to see-
We dance with destiny
then trip on our own shod
limbs that lead to
breaking those lucky legs
and just chalk it up to the chance
we lost.
Image is of a wood engraving by W.L. Sheppard (drawn by W.B. Meyers), Harpers Weekly October 1870, Betting on the Favorite.
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