Chance a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Be-chance the span in rolling die narrow. Sight of the eye big picture to see me fly. Rock them Roll them shuffle them. I'm going in  fearlessly letting go. Circumstances come and go falling to chance to dance the paint into the picture resonating permanent fixture. Give up comparison based chance. This is how the real thing will dance with fate and it matters not whether comes late or early. Master the glance in the self's reflection, see true to the eye where the hearts been lanced. Heaven and earth have danced through heart and soul to take a chance.