The Gambler Poem by Garnet Robbie
The Gambler
supreme affliction:
materialist complacency,
swarming to defeat desire,
milling about extinction.
No winner's rewards -
loss is the touchstone:
How much can be thrown,
gambled on snake eyes.
Tomorrow is for losing,
Deeper into the vortex,
spinning endlessly,
nothing for nothing
endless meaninglessness,
a gambler's paradise,
where nothing lives,
where everything spins.
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