Dice

Poem by :BRIAN NKEREUWEM KELVIN.
                    DICE
Before the Dice is cast,there was no number named. It bears any when it is cast.In a world of dice,every number seated under has a part upwards.
What do you mean by what is under as if you won't dare to try to get  one number seated under for most needful upward number to give you a heads-up?

To get  one ,six must be down to get two,five must be down,to get three upwards ,four must go down,to get four,it's counter part three goes down,to get  five, same two which was up goes down; and to have six up ,same one doted eye which got it down bows under.

What a world of counterparts! in the world of Dice, no Victor nor vanquish.
Patience is golden,your most anticipated number does comes easily at the beginning,some times it doesn't.
I am scared to be beaten up,at  the same time,it's fun to be beaten to learn the rules of the game.

In the world of Dice, it's never late
Untill it is too late,it coalescence wields grace which  is beyond the chorus of power,it's beauty is black and white .
As it rolls the white art so does the doted blacks thrown.They are all one in the same race of creation,what a miracle to be in that part unknowingly But still playing the game together each day.