stochastic blessing

I am in fancy fact 
a stochaster. Stochastism 
(or Stochastimancy, to the 
ignorant and superstitious)
(Hi!) isn't chaos theory or even 
chaos magic, but sit with me 
a spell and I'll sling spun 
random enchantment at 
cha hot, and at us, and chill
'til you know what the bells
have wrought, and how much
was wrung from our time.  
The tolls and the prices 
admission admits these days 
couldn't pass for free. But lady? 
Be mine, or be thine, or be gently,
gentle man. As you will, 
please identify what 
our obstacles be? If as I bet,
you can. In your own 
sweet case. In mine? Let us open a case,
and see! I bet I can even
sympathize, but the die
is cast upon one of six sides,
the other is heads. Up one of
five tails, it lies. And we'll live 
and we'll die thereby. Ah, 
sighs is the whispering groan 
begat in the drone and the whine
satisfaction's cat has curiously 
warmed itself upon. It would have
to be that, wouldn't it? Scat! Shoe! 
Begone! Ah, puss. That's okay, 
have at. For destruction is 
a creative act, and I love to create
so stay the hell back.