In the infinite game,
it's the infinite dice
that trice with your
dread. Trouble is,
thrice by deuce is
a six of a cube, a
cub of a hubbub,
a boundary of a
Bayesian. May
the solution arrive,
there will be no
epilogue. No epic,
no log. If the going
continues with or
without morale,
there can be no
beating, no un
seating, no set
ling, limited spell
ling. In the in
finite game, the
lines multiply
without math,
divide without
conquest, add
without bad,
subtract without
tact, and generally
specify with the
shame of a name
that no one remembers
and therefore no one
will shame.
Roman Ryan 