Alea Iacta Est

I only sometimes grasp that the die has been cast

And this is just as well.

In a game with only one player

You always are and yet cannot be last.

Because I came in already staked at risk of ruin

I’ve learned some rules

And studied the competition

To stop them from being my undoing.

I looked to grand-masters to weigh in -

Those that have some style.

The best of them say

The meaning of the game is in  playing.

"Lipogram" sounds like a screening procedure for subcutaneous fat - "I" doesn't belong

Play along and tarry on.

Lean headlong.

To look back at events,

Your eyes track an old reel and

Cannot help but jump and repeat.

Can you be honored by or sorry for

An eternally aleatory past? (Ah, yes, overlook the BANG)

Mouse pad - “Great” sounded off - “Upper East”.

Aye, no need even to ask - some personally pronounced Zen “proof”:

Stone drops, splashes and tadpole floats up.

Dog sees and barks. Tree dances. The Master monk passes gas

Because the Koan has no form and makes no sense.

WWWWW

"Sumus quod sumus" (1)

Ref:

(1) Ke$ha