Paranoid

I do not play with dice
don't put faith in numbers
as eventuality subtracts the
dire consequences of blunders

Majestic wonderment fades
with the calming of the waves
lapping shores hold silent as
my quiet moon drifts

Beyond my passing time predicts
the agony of our failing grip
this human condition
its onward rendition

At a loss for explanation's
the dire consequences of
destinations dwelling within
the spike of a deep well
where re-vibrations linger

The heat from where we
burn to cinders inner
core molten mass

Paranoia slide of hand
the twist of it I don't
understand an hour
glass single grains of
sand constant stare gets
out of hand