Deep pockets of secret refuse the game,
despite premonitions of their likely involvement.

A procession of figures with tortoise shells
thumps out the options.
To solve a life denies pristine presence.

They played the game, and left for dead,
washed up, scarless and incapacitated.

Choice quickly tumbled away,
left again in arbor hallows,
for the nymphs and fairies
to decipher and re-dole out
to newborn hearts.


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