A Dice Throw

Whether or not the Chasm was endless was up to speculation. Gazing down there was a whitish glow emanating from the bottom in a constant pulsating rhythm. Perhaps he had fallen backwards, tumbling headfirst into the fulltide and losing his bearing in the frenzied process. All things considered it was far more likely that he was not peering down a declivity, but rather gazing up toward the heavens. Just as the flustered moth desperately glides and flutters when caught by the light, he too thrashed about, caught in the confusion. On a wing and a prayer one might at best survive such a fall, but none could escape it. The mind has a way of protecting its own interest, catapulting our souls into darkness, or elevating them into the light. Redemption was his final hope, and in that moment he prayed.

Just an quick exercise we did in Comp. R1B, where we took the words from Mallarme's "A Dice Throw At Anytime Never Will Abolish Chance" and composed a paragraph using our own interpretation of the text. The bolded words comprise the excerpt from Mallame. They are orignally written in that order, with no other words in between, arranged on the page in a diagonal slope.