2nd Chance

chance 1.0
he blew on desire

he thrust 1.1
into lust, by

he was a bona fide liar, at 1.3
was on his knees in dust,

mere ash of fire, by
chance number 2,

caked in rust, he remembered all
as a dizzy gyre
seeing it for what it was:

mere gust of the breath
of a pyre

Jim Culleny