Pray to Slightly More than Nothing

Read on, beaders,
your rosary is built 
a hundred thousand fingers
for as many times
as your hundred years permits

Something to touch
a feeling to ponder
wandering from sentence
to a periodically free plate
where dinner sits, unaided

Do not think
Do not analyze
Do not end
until the end
takes the play
and calls it a game

Resist until winning 
becomes intractable 
and trying vies
with dying
for a seat
at our empty table