Rod Peckman
Randomness
is the beauty
of the universe.
My opposable
thumbs that grasp
your shoulders.
As you've no idea
to this intention
what may escape.
What do I want
to say? If it is one
thing and not another.
The import is
of none as breath
is merely breath.
Perhaps sound.
Perhaps meaning.
Or a simply hazard.
Rolling dice gather
chance and let loose
jackpots and marks.
