if our stars are odd or even
pushing on imaginary thought panels
to find a secret trap door
that would allow the world to split into two
clearing a path from me to you.
We stand on opposite sides
of two different oceans
the odd number falls more often
life flows smoothly on either side
while the centre path lies cold
frozen emotions creating mute snowmen
that stand guard against any rush of hot emotion
it has always been an inner battle
never really waved any flags of war or truce
the loaded dice always fails
to take my side.