Vegas
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
The game of chance always has a high price, even as nature offers alternatives.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Vegas
by Odin Roark
But...
Have you ever…
heard the silence of crickets lamenting the loss of silent darkness,
those who have known that the men who came with their cables of light destroyed the songs that once filled the desert air and its silent darkness?
Have you ever…
touched the flame of fireflies as they huddle in the shadows of scorching neons,
the endless pulsation of man’s loss of innocence, or those who have known that the sparkling of nature’s watchmen of the night may never be seen again in this maze of indulgent corridors?
Have you ever…
listened to the silent vibration of your inner-self? It knows of the crickets and the firefly, and you, in particular, as you walk the Strip of searing light and sound. The vital spirit gives everyone a chance to win every moment of every day. Some have listened, and some keep walking to the invitation beneath the pulsation of multicolored lights that lure those of inner deafness and blindness to enter and place a bet on…
Less we forget, Slots, Black Jack, Roulette, or for the deep pockets, Baccarat, there to take your bets, even as Vegas is always a dealer’s choice for one’s loss.
As I read I couldn't help thinking that this is what a colony on Mars would be like. A garish, strangely attractive settlement on the arid featureless surface of Mars where you bet your life when you go there and can never return circa 2039.
Ron
as always, thought provoking read, well done
Never stop writing,
m