Uranus has been bummed
out, and bored since the game
of Clue he crafted, ended,
so abruptly. He’s spent
his hours, at a chalkboard
plotting, how he’ll herd
Mars through the same
space as Lilith,
next time. He wakes up
drooling, in a Speedo,
over a pile of wrinkled diagrams and equations,when he hears the doorbell ring. He bolts awake.
Company? He sets the pot
of coffee…
“Turn that frown around
my chaotic King,
we’re playing, strip
poker!” The Moon beamsthrough the entryway.But she says it bundled up,
in a fur coat, and countless
layers…
Two hours later…
Both in their knickers, Now
the Moon eggs on U’s
final bluff. She knows
they win, either
Way, no matter.She shimmers in his eyesandleans across,
the table…
“Trust in the No Thing;
In the Fecund Abyss.
Trust in the hand
you have not played
yet. At the End
the cord frays, into
thread-like veins.
In the Unknown
there are options,
and chances, and no wrong
Ways. You can turn
back, Now, but
you’ve seen those sites.
Wander into Sight
Unseen. Why
not? I
dare you.”
She pauses,
and he waits, long enough, to see the ley
line, flicker
in her face. He lays his cards out, grinning, withoutlooking, “Destiny,
does not scare me, Lunita.”
He downs his last
gulp of moonshine,
andtosses her the speedo
he flings from his body. “Shall we
go for a dip?
Here, wear this.
I’ll chase -I mean
race you, to the
Fecund Abyss.”