The Daily Fret; Stanza 7.
Black & White
Fates shards,
Like rolling dice,
Were brilliant laid,
Black on white.
That coloured life’s,
Own seething light;
Myriad hues ,
That bled did bright.
And shone in too,
So much that night,
Did pleasant stage,
The drama slight.
Of flitting shadows,
Across the screen,
A flickering image,
From a movie reel.
With crackled sound,
From a radio beam,
That streamed a story,
Of what has been.
A fiction once,
That history seemed;
That told much tales,
To be redeemed;
To be redeemed;
In sundry rhymes,
In virtual streams,
In chatting man,
In divine dreams…
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