Fate's Barrel
	 
	 7/31/98 3:10 pm
	 Charles Dum
	 
	 The Void.
	 It touched the outer rims
	 Of the circle of fire like a
	 tongue
	 liking spices.
	 
	 Almost like a pool
	 Of cool water
	 between the lapping
	 edges.
	 
	 One approaches.
	 One's thoughts form
	 in one's hand like a
	 ball,
	 a shpere of
	 molded thought made
	 flesh.
	 
	 The thoughts seek out.
	 The sphere cast in
	 to the pool of void
	 between ring of fire,
	 Allowing oneself to
	 toss one's lot
	 into fate's barrel.