Cogito Roulette

I think therefore I aim and fireat the general space of my awarenessnot knowing if my luck will holdif brain death would be bad or good

I have spun the karmic wheelin search of an eternal fatethe curt verdict of a pistolwith five soft clicks and a single missilethat promises sudden Armageddon

otherwise my search for a unified beingwith body and mind accepting each othermust continue out of range

I do not actually own a revolveronly an endless supply of pillsto launch at symptoms beyond the wallof consciousness where my health lies proneand praying for rescue or a stray bombto end the nightlong strafing from nowhere

I find myself on both sides of a borderan idle forefinger probes my templefor a way to soothe the pressuresome system of knowledge to simplifythis painfully stark duality