Playing Pool

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Beneath the soft dim tungsten lights
Small worlds collide with random purpose
Intent upon the stratagem
It flies across the soft green surface

A battle on a cosmic table
Arrayed in lines like Pythagoras
Slowly each small world has fallen
And in the end they all have left us

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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