No Dice

at the end of the road
there is nowhere to get to

at the beginning of clouds
there is nowhere to walk

when the horizon is near
there is nothing further

when the door is open
there is no lock


when the task is done
the hands are empty

when the body slows
it cannot go

in the midst of dearth
there is no plenty

when the game is done
no dice to throw


I came this way
and found it barren

I hoped and prayed
but nothing lived

what I thought was a maze
became a warren

when all had gone
there was nothing left to give

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