Better to slip once, fall, get
back up again recover your place and
go on, then to be caught, bit,
crushed and snarled in the
implacable teeth
of fate's mechanism, or
trod under, made a meal
of bones in a blood / mud
sauce by the implacable
wheels
of your mechanism's fate. If
by sheer luck, you
get to share your dream
with the implacable bitch, or
jerk
of your thoughts, dominating
therefore the rest of your
life, it is better to win
big, then die trying not to admit
to loss.
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