Unloaded dice

I dreamt of falling cubes, slowed.
The faces turned, and turned
to face and passed. Memories gone
and to come:
A sepia stage, binding
tight and drawn tighter.
A chapter down is too trite, so
is another page to write,
speak easy
of a thousand diverse cases:
mine, yours, his, or hers
all in all different phases,
unknown as yet.
Always the unknown as yet!
A marvellous enterprise!
They tumble on the green baize.
You don’t know what you’ll get.