somewhere all decisions made
my hand is played
and i retire from the game
drop the mask, take a new name
and nothing is the same
except it all repeats
until each cycle completes
and that part closes out
and into action flows all doubt
the probability wave
ashore and sure
makes the con concrete
locates it all in meat we meet
and our forgetting fleet
bathed in the lethe
finding some relief
in the apparent severing of the chain
that made us retread it all again
like footsteps in a sisyphean reign