Die Cast

Poems can be much like a bag of holding.
Pocket dimensions; infinite folding.

Sure, you could take all…& the kitchen sink.
Still, give these unique chances a proper think.

In infinite space, you could collect worlds.
One could keep galaxies under arm furled.

Also, there’s the chance to curate concepts.
Think of how tidy; into this bag swept.

Goodbye to poverty, illness & death.
Welcome possibilities, take first breath.

Each side of a die’s a whole new timeline.
Each day, new adventure born in the mind.

It’s like a zipper; each piece that I write.
Tessellated queries, joys, oaths & nights.

Pull the tab of their steel smiles; what’s beneath?
Universes contained by tiny teeth.