Hey God! This is my personal universe? but the greatest stillness cannot be taught, and stars align as if dealt from the bottom of the deck three of spades, their names known to those who loved them who cried over their wavering sin queen of clubs, bright as a diamond onstage, singing scarlet gown ablaze from within then again, knee bent, her hand always on the lion, uncrowned empress of temperate strength that’s the deal. play the cards that come. never a gambler worth a dime who grumbled, flinched or gave away the pain of a luckless hand no such thing exists, only steel enough to bluff the duffers only fools suffer when exaltation is one bold bid away. go all in. grin. gamble on the one who rolls stones, the girl with the roses, and her sturdy-legged sister, they’ve got your number gamble on the jack of all trades, mastered by none and his brother jack, whose queen looks ever east and overcast and win it, with the unspoken bottom of the deck, bottom of the totem pole is pride of place shoot your cuffs, blow smoke and stars align as if dealt.