There Is No Try

"Roll the dice as they may.  One of my favorite things is possibility."

Precedence made.
Countenance said.

Today is today and
The moment is pressing
A lidless eye, I linger
Just in sight, a tremor.
Tumultuous tune, a
Feather falls to the Sound.
Approaching the heartbeat.  Happenstance
Lingering, littering the ground.  An echo.

Sound out:  We are all that we are,
'Saul's Blank' is Paul's new name.

Here, among learned friends
You will encounter no
Friction, but hands swell
All in mixture, to lift you up
And rise again.  Do not
Dwell in ships of anger, let me
Crash on the rocks and dwell underneath.
For each are here in
Tincture, imbue well with
Friends or save, choice is
Just the entryway.  Mind
Well the former name.  Do
You not yet get the picture?
A stark appreciation.
Sold to wisdom,
Renounce all fame.
Everyone here is equal.
A gallant sign—, wisdom is more
Than in you or in me.
Wisdom Is.
End of story then.
It's not my hand
That spins this sense, that which I see
Is also a part of me.  That which I do
Is a part of me too.  Pierce through
So plain.  A bird will always sing
To the new day sun.  A mast will always
Sway in the wind.  Now it's up to you
Which ship to entertain.  As for what I say,
"Let's re-frame everything, sink or swim—, there is no other way."