The Evolution of the Casino
We sit and take our chances,
watching the invisible Master
do the mysterious work.
We supplicate noisily with our dollars
pasted on the prayer wheel.
We know how
once this was a sin,
making material prayers
to alter the world against
the master's own instruction.
We once did it in a hall of danger,
unprotected; but we are now free.
The commandments are swept away.
What was once sin
is now sport.
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